Williston graphic., 1903-10-22
The Trails
That Crossed
By HOWARD DEVINE

by HOWARD DEVINE
toepyrieht. lsos. By Daily Story Pub. co.,
900 OUT and see if there isn't story
II in these matrimonial agencies,
said the Sunday Editor. "Join three or
four of them; brush up against the
game; meet the hllies they have In stock
get some good experiences. Never
mind the fake part of it. I don't care
to expose the frauds so much as to
print some odd adventures and WORK up
some interesting character sketcnes'
Take your< time and get page. Illus
trated." 7sse p.
was dead broke and unattached and
the idea pleased me. -.
'How far shall 60 in my explora-
tions?" asked, rolling cigarette.
."The Limit" he replied, laconically.
s'Clear to the altar. Get married. DO II
up right" ,s 49, =. n. :,
Then we both laughed and he con-
tinued:
''Of course you haven't got a sou.
Here's an order for SIS. Come in and
show progress and you can have more
If you need it. But mind, no blowing
money. This is not news story. Do
1t right, but don't buy any wires.
took the assignment gratefully and
went out on my quest. I will not weary
you with the details Of my experiences
with the cheap, stout women and cheap
thin men who preside over the matrl-
monial agencies, and the still cheaper
females who are listed at these places
posed as Hiram Adams, architect, with
q limited income and great prospects, IN
search of a wife with some ready money
that would help me get my start. l met
attenuated school teachers, freckled
stenographers and auburn haired spin
sters residing at parental homes. met
stout widows and thin divorces ana
signing orphans Of uncertain age.
School teachers seemed to predominant.
I made appointments to call, appoint
ments to dine-all sorts Of appoint
ments, the expenses Of which the Clar-
ion cheerfully paid as related my story
of progress. Really accumulated quite
q decent story, but in the meantime
became most heartily sick of the assign
ment. The women were all so common
place and their conversation so inane
that it required something OF draft on
my reportorial imagination, based on
the experiences Of half dozen years, to
make anything out of the material.
was about through and had about
enough material whipped into shape,
and was entirely tired OF the game
when I met Elsie Norman, registered at
Baldy's agency as an orphan and an
heiress worth 500 900 in her own name,
and looking for a husband through the
agency because of eccentricity.
When I stumbled into the little box
labeled Parlor G was totally unpre-
pared for the vision which confronted
me. Listen, and will try to de-
scribe it:
A petite little person, with a wealth
of light hair. not golden nor brown, nor
yet tow color. but Of that peculiar
shade-well. you know what it is as
we'll as L: broad forehead; mis-
chievous blue-gray eyes: dainty hands
and feet; features not regular nor
beautiful. but interesting and attrac-
tive because of the intelligence mani
tested. She was gowned simply, but
with exquisite taste, and in that pc
culiar surroundings and in the light
of my recent experiences, the effect
was paralyzing.
confess that stumbled over the
frayed rug and comported myself al
together more in keeping with my as
sumed character than had yet done.
She smiled reassuringly and apollo
gized for the rug. The conversation
I do not remember very distinctly, but
before I left a date had been made
for little supper the next evening
at cozy italian restaurant in an OBJ
scure street, known only to the elect.
The queer thing about it was that I
seemed to remember afterward that
SIZE made the suggestion as to place.
Also she told me that had been recon-
mended to her by Badly as the best
thing (for herr he had in sight.
AS I went out Baldy called me aside
and confided to me that this girl surely
was the real thing for me.
"She's rich, rich," he said, pounding
his old walnut desk. "and beautiful
and clever-beautiful and clever, I
cay, as we'll. Go to It,"
But there's Won ting" he continued,
looking me in the eye with so piercing
an expression that quailed. old stager
that was; "dis tid-bit is not for a
mere fee. haf secured it for you.
If you get it. We must hat an under
standing. I must hat von-kewauter of
the fortune. All you needs, man, is
enough to put you up in business You
are in luck to get such girl anyway.
Promise me q kewauter, and she is
yours!"
shook him and fed. That night I
slept not, because of my burning mem
ories of the fair young heiress. It
might have been my horrible expert
ences of the past week, but she Ger
tainly seemed to me to be the fairest