The Nezperce herald. (Nezperce, Idaho) 1900-1957, 1902-01-31

GOHE soft lights of the quiet res
taurant brought rest to Boyn
toms tired nerves; he picked u
the menu with sigh of content.
This isn't half bad" he unused. run
ming his eyes down the card. though
1t savors uncommonly of poolroon
bulletins; combination one; combina
ton two'-well." with smile at tn.
conceit. reckon III play combination
seven-'lamb chop. griddle cake, ly
onnais potatoes'-a hungry fellow cam
lose much on that-for sure. Hellor
his glance falling suddenly on a large
Japanese screen, partially hiding one
corner of the room, there's an or
chestra, too; hope they are on q par
with the rest Of the appointments. By
jove. they're girls"
In the mirror by the end of the
screen face had arisen, laughing
giriish face, and its owner. tucking =
fat brown violin under her arm. and
blissfully unconscious Of Boynton's
eager scrutiny, proceeded with much
graceful posing and sundry def and
skillful jabs of a long, blackheaded pin
to adjust huge picture hat upon her
small and shapely head
Evidently she Of the merry counte-
nance was trying 1t on, for she turned
presently as II inviting an opinion
from some unseen companion-and at
that moment she caught the reflection
of Boyton's admiring eyes staring at
her In the mirror
The smile vanished. giving place to
surprise. annoyance and swiftly grow
ing resentment; but the look Of utter
chagrin that flashed over Boynton's
face as he realized that he had been
guilty of q rudeness was clearly too
much for the young lady's sense of
humor. for after = brief struggle. the
stern lines at the corner Of her lips
melted into the suspicion Of smile;
with a quick glance-half fun, half
defiance-she suddenly thrust out her
tongue. and with a saucy courtesy at
the reflection Of the discounted Boyn-
ton-she disappeared.
well II she isn't peach" thought
Mark, gazing ruefully at the empty
mirror. while a curious thrill tingled
along his nerves. What stunning hair
she has wish knew who she was;
somehow she seems different from any
girl ever" He dropped his knife
and fork In establishment, doubling his
ears
From behind the screen came the !
notes Of a familiar rag-time |
air. why don't you get lady OF your |
ownw remarked the violin. sarcastic
lily. Mark grinned In spite of him
'elf.
I'll get even for that. young lady,"
lie remarked. .'or my name isn't Mark
3oynton-I am going to find out who
rou are
During the remainder of his lunch
lark racked his brain to little pur-
'ose, but as he stepped up to pay his
heck an inspiration came to him
Eureka. he calculated
beg pardon SIR" said the cashier,
olitely. why, certainly" she said
resently. in answer to Boynton's in
uiry. ''the violin players name is
Iiss Sturm-of course you can engage
err: she will be much pleased; whist
arty at your sisters you say-please
rite her address. I assure you Miss
turn will be on hand"
Mark departed. chuckling. wonder
hat she'll say tomorrow night" he
fought. I'm ask her to play Why
mt you get a lady" as I'm sin
r."
'Awfully Obliged for the orchestra. :,
ark" said Miss Boynton to her broth ].
the following evening. Il never J,
canned of having anything so swell !
that for my whist; don't you think :,
nice idea putting them behind the i
bber plants?"
Great. Sis" replied Mark. believe /.
! go anS ask them to play something ,
r me. Here's where | take a trick !,
muttered. threading his way care :,
lily between the little tables
VIII you kindly play, Why DON'T
tbough Miss Sturm was to be here?, :,
,und up Mark. leaning against the :,
mo In surprise. -
But vhas Miss Sturm," replied the
lid looking. round-face violinist. -
zing at dumfounded Mark In mild
'nder. m