The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1903-12-08

buy cigar. However. this is no lee
ture in political economy. It's good,
plain business for YOU to go back to
Collingwood.
Cant do it," said Haskell Stella
doesn't want me to. She says people
merely vegetate in Collingwood. and
she cannot love a vegetable
'IIave you seen her YETI" asked Ben
ton. But of course not. You've just
got in
Il shan't see her said Haskell: "at
least not until I've accomplished some
thing year or two perhaps. Heaven
knows. She didn't write to me very
kindly. Curt. old fellow. l suppose she
wanted to spur my ambition. And
then for week or two she hasn't
written at all. SO that's all over for a
season. Don't lets speak of it. Tell
me where | ought to live
"In COllingwood" said Benton pac.
ing the floor his lips puckered and his
brow in Il snarl. But he added aft
err Il pause. IF you must live in this
COMPOUNDED town here's the address of
a decent boarding house"
He scrubbed it upon slip of paper
and gave it to his friend, who returned
thanks for the obligation and inquired
how he should get to the place.
Take IL Broadway car" said Benton.
"and tell the conductor to put you off
at Forty street
In the boarding house to which he
had hnpn recommended
that there was but one vacant room
suitable to Iaskell's means, and it was
not quite ready for occupancy.
"I'vo had Il party here" said the
landlady, land they're just going away
You can have the room below for to-
night at the Same price, though | ustl-
ally get SO Il week for it,"
Haskell agreed to be guest Of the
house. lie went down town and ar
ranged to have his trunk sent NJ.
lunched with Benton and was back
again to the boarding house about t
O'Clock of the afternoon. His trunk
had arrived and had been put into the
pOrary quarters on the floor below.
The sad faced landlady, who by the
Irony of fate was named Mrs. jolly, in
formed him that he couldn't llnpack his
trunk at that moment.
"The party who has had the room is
In there now" said she, "but YOU can
have the trunk brought downstairs by
and by. They'll be out of there this
afternoon, but l want time to ii & it all
up nice for YOU"
Haskell replied that the tray alone
would answer his purpose. and he gave
his key to the colored man who served
Mrs. Jolly. This individual, made glad
by the gift of a dime. agreed to bring
the tray down presently; but Haskell
waited, and it did not arrive lie was
too diftident to insist in such matters.
and so he eventually went out to keep
an appointment with Benton. They
dined together went to a thcater after
ward, and it was midnight when Has
kell returned to his quarters. The
trunk tray was not in sight. He had
nothing to sleep IN. no change of gar
mentS for the morning. no soap. no
comb and brush 1t was very annoy
Ing.
"lhcr"'S nobody in that ROOM" SAID
Haskell TO himself Il don't see why |
can't go up and get the tray. It's lucky
that Eve got another key"
1t WAS Il very simple matter. yet he
felt lk" an amateur burglar engaged
in his first ot1enSr as he climbed the
stairs. There was no light in the upper
hail and very little anywhere His
! only match went out when he triHN to
light it, and by faith rather ttan by
sight he found his WAY to the door ot'
Tia" room. 1t opened with Il raurul;
creallm@ that seemed load enough t.
alarm the police, Yet no result Followed.
The room VAS as dark as the inside
of Il coffin. but Haskell kept lhr po;nls
of The compass ia mind aud held his
course toward the trunk with no moro
serious mi&llap than 4 collision between
his ankl" bone and the rocker of a
chair
The trunks lid. To his surprise, was
raised obviously the servant had
started to perform his task, had been
interrupted and had then forgotten IT,
Haskell lifted the tray, carried il SOFTLY
out and closed the door behind him
He felt like n thief. and indeed he was
one for when he laid that tray upor
the bed in his room he discovered that
the thing belonged to Solurhoiy else
1t cNhalcd a delicate perfume. one
Mortified glance within showed him !,
mass of ribbons and laceS and lelicat,
fabrics never designed for his use al
inspection. He snapped down the tlcN
IDLE lid and fastened il with the clasps
while the pcrSpiration started from his
forehead.
"Jerusalem crickrtS.' he 1aSpcd
"What shall l do with this thing"
Even in this moment of anguish h,
had the eye To note that the tray was
precisely like his own. 1t seemed Ia b,
Of the sam" size and ii had the Same
handles and fastcnnGs.
"llow could | tell the difference il
the dark - he demanded rs if foriuy