The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1907-01-18

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francisco and a week of grand opera.
Jim. her satellite, was along, not be-
cause he appreciated grand opera, but
because he appreciated Irinda.
So much for the hero and heroine.
Next the villain, to whom his Celtic
mother had given a ravishing pair Of
blue eyes and a tongue tuned to soft
words. Barney was not a villainous
villain at adjust q warm hearted boy
who loved everybody and wanted to be
loved by everybody in turn. He must
have the Villains part because there
cannot be a second hero and because
But you shall see.
As the train sped along Jim went to
the smoker-not to smoke, for he had
never learned how, but because he
feared 1rinda might be firing Of him.
Barney Immediately took his place.
Soon after a lady and gentleman
boarded the train. AS Irlnda's seat
had been turned 80 that her back was
toward the engine, the newcomers
were in full view Of her. The lady
bent her head, and some rice fell from
her smart brown turban. The gentle
man smiled. and the lady's cheeks
went red as roses. Then she opened
her magazine and tried to look uncon-
scious.
"Oh, Barney" breathed 1rinda, isn't
the bride lovely? Do look at that but
terhy in her veil Just at the corner Of
her sweet red mouth! See that perfect
curve from her forehead to her chin as
che looks out the window. Now, quick.
Barney, she Is turning to her husband.
See her beautiful eyes. They're as
brown as her dainty hat"
Barney's ravishing eyes glanced at
the beautiful lady. Barney's quick
mind took in the situation. and Bar
ney's warm heart rose to the occasion.
Smllingly he turned to Irinda.
"Why, ! never think Of a woman's
looks. whether she has a pretty face or
not. That doesn't appeal to me. When
l know a woman she attracts me or
not according to whether or not she
has magnetism. Magnetism Is as good
a name as any other for what no one
understands. But, believe me. Irinda,
magnetism is the charm of a woman,
not a pretty face"
Barney's blue eyes said so much more
than his tongue, rolling ever so slight
ly his "r's," that 1rnda's colorless face
flushed b%ecomingly. The eyes said that
she, Irinda Bowen, had the magnet
ism, or whatever it was, and that it
had never occurred to Barney whether
or not she vas pretty.
Happy thoughts futtered around Irin-
da for the rest of the journey. Barney
left her, and Jim came back. She
smiled at him. He didn't know It was
an impersonal smile. born of Barney's
words. She remembered the day when
she had cried out aercely at her lack
Of beauty, and Jim had answered:
what difference does it make what
you look like? You are always beau
tiful to me, Irinda."
He never knew why she had pushed
him away when he would have put his
arms around her. Stupid old Jim
couldn't know that he had made a
tacit acknowledgment Of her ugliness,
while Barney-why, Barney had never
thought anything about IL.
Grand opera week went by in a d.
apason of glory. Irinda was wonder
fully happy, and every day she told
herself shyly and with many bushes
how much she was caring for Barney.
1t was not till they were homeward
bound that the tragedy happened.
The tragedy? No, it was not the
train leaving the rails and plunging