The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1908-08-21

find the new tire on and again started
out They speeded along The dusty
road and We're nearing the lodge when
the machine stopped md refused to
move. Investigation proved that the
gasoline had given out.
Once more the chauffeur heard MI.
S~outhgate's 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 q little CRY.
Are you hurt?' exclaimed South.
gate with some concern. There was
certainly something very congenial
about Irene Arlington. he decided.
mot a bit" answered Irene, "oniy
the heel Of my slipper has come or"
What the deuce shall we do now1"
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"
Not that" laughed Irene, "but Dc
you g and get a stone and knock the
other heel of; then l can walk in slip
pers without heels, as the Riddles do"
Arthur Southgate had neve learned
the cobbler's trade. but az he took Oh
the old slipper he almost wished he
had. The heel was Knocked or, and he
put back the slipper. took OF the othel
and pounded the balls dat, replaces
that, and In a few minutes they wers
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 ses
her hat Alright and awaited Arthur
return.
We're pretty late. l guess" he said
as he Joined her, "for 1 can't seem %
find Jack n Mrs. Jack anywhere
Are you comfy all right?"
"Yes, indeed" assured Irene, but ]
do wish you would telephone mother
that we will be a bit late. You know
mothers will worry"
Arthur called an attendant.
"Call 967 Terrace. will your AnA
when you get them I'll talk" /.
beg pardon, sir" began the man,
but the telephone amt workin' today.
Anything else. sir?"
Yes; get out Of here!' roared South
gate. "Well-IM be-jiggeredl Whas
next, do you suppose?"
Dinner, l hope" said Irene, with Q
hearty laugh. "1'm 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 appo.
tite that played him false or whethes
some new quantity came into his b.
ing and left no room for anythina
I else. j.
But during that meal Arthur's idso
of women in general and one In par
tcular seemed to pass through q meta.
not, at least. Perhaps all women wers
not spitares. He knew one who was
not at least. Perhaps all women wero
not hysterical and unreasonable-and
q lot of other d~isagreeable qualities
with which he had always attributed
them. /.
The hot soup wa almost cold, TIE
iced asparagus was lukewarm, and
the after dinner coffee was rather BIT
ter, but Irene ate with q ravishing ap-
petite and said everything was Just
right.
1t was q lovely ride home. without
any mishaps, and Arthur cat gazing &C
Irene. Two OF three times hs started
to ray something. but for some rvassa
the resourceful Mr.. S~outhgats could
not frame his sentence Just right.
Finally he leaned q bit closer to hia
companion.
"lrene. I'm in love-in fact, I've bsss
In love for some time. and I only
found It out lately"
ooh. how nice" exclaimed IrsnaL
when did you 1nd It out, and who's
the girl7"
"Just found 1t out about an hour
ago. and. WE'LL wouldn't have to eee
out a search warrant to find the giri."
Irene was glad the darkness hid her
bushes.
DO you think thatA girl with the
most heavenly disposition in the world
"a disposition that absolutely nothing
could rume-would consent to marryo
prickly bear?" faltered Arthur.
"Oh, ! should think she'd Just love
to 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
waters Of life.
The Club Mothers Amsnda,