Devils Lake inter-ocean and Devils Lake free press. (Devils Lake, Ramsey County, N.D.) 1905-1909, 1908-12-11

move. Investigation proved that the
gasoline had given out.
Once more the chauffeur heard Mr..
Southgates opinion Of him In rather
pertinent language. There was moth
ing to do but to walk to Linden Lodge,
SO Irene and Arthur started out for
the jaunt. The distance was short,
but Irene was dressed for riding and
not for walking. Her dainty slippers
with high heels were little support
and, suddenly turning her ankle. she
uttered little cry.
Are you hurt" exclaimed South
gate with some concern. There was
certainly something very congenial
about irene Arlington. be decided.
mot bit" answered Irene, 'only
the heel of my slipper has come of"
What the deuce shall we do now?"
he cried. She smiled, and before she
could answer he added, "For heavens
sake don't tell me that you Just love
to hop on one foot"
mot that" laughed irene, "but do
you 60 and get stone and knock the
other heel of; then can walk In slip
pers without heels, as the Riddles d."
Arthur Southgate had never learned
the cobbler's trade, but as he took OF
the old slipper he almost wished he
had. The heel was knocked of, and he
put back the slipper, took off the other
and pounded the nails fat. replaced
that, and in few minutes they were
on the porch of Linden Lodge.
Arthur sent of a man from the
garage with a fresh supply Of gasoline
for his man down the road. Irene set
her hat Alright and awaited Arthur's
return.
"We're pretty late, guess" he said
as he joined her, "for can't seem to
and Jack and Mrs. Jack anywhere
Are you comfy all right?"
Eyes, indeed" assured Irene, but |
do wish you would telephone mother
that we will be bit late. You know
mothers will worry"
Arthur called an attendant
"Call 967 Terrace, will you? And
when you get them III talk"
beg pardon, SIR" began the man.
but the telephone amt workin' today.
Anything else, sir?"
YES; get out Of here!" reared South
gate. "Well-1'll be-tiggered! What
next, do you supposeT'
Dinner. l hope" said Irene, with a
hearty laugh. Pm a weeny bit hun
cry"
At the table Arthur southgate ate lit
tie. He never could tell himself in
after years whether 1t was his appe-
tite that played him false or whether
some new quantity came into his be-
ing and left no room for anything
else
But during that meal Arthur's idea
of women in general and one in par
ticular seemed to pass through a meta
not, at least. Perhaps all women were
not spittires. He knew one who was
not at least Perhaps all women were
not hysterical and unreasonable-and
lot Of other disagreeable qualities
with which he had always attributed
them.
The hot soup was almost cold, the
iced asparagus was lukewarm, and
the after dinner coffee was rather bit.
ter, but Irene ate with a ravishing ap-
petite and said everything was just
right.
1t was a lovely ride home, without
any mishaps, and Arthur sat gazing at
Irene. Two or three times he started
to say something, but for some reason
the resourceful Mr.. Southgate could
not frame his sentence just right.
Finally he leaned bit closer to his
companion.
Irene. I'm in love-in fact, I've beet
In love for some time, and only
found it out lately"
"Oh. how nice" exclaimed Irene.
when did you find it out, and who's
the girl?"
Just found it out about an hour
ago, and, WE'LL wouldn't have to get
out search warrant to find the girl"
Irene was glad the darkness hid her
bushes.
DO you think that a girl with the
' ne"' eAly uISpoSItlOu IN the world
"a disposition that absolutely nothing
could rufTe-would consent to marry q
prickly bear?" faltered Arthur.
"Oh, should think she'd Just love
10 tame him?' cried Irene before she
realized the significance Of the remark.
But the prickly bear lost no time in
hugging his victim, and her tanning
methods were as oil upon the troubled