The Montgomery tribune. (Montgomery City, Mo.) 1892-1910, 1909-11-05

fly along the intervening space and
come up to her big brother. And he
heard her say in that clear little
voice: ct was so good of you to
come after me, Bob" And then
they went along together through
the driving storm and Luttrell was
left alone.
After that, on his way home from
office, he found himself looking for
the girl with the cherry hat. But
girls came and girls went, but lever
the right one, and so the months
passed and the winter came, and
there were no cherries on any of the
hats and Luttrell gave up his quest
in despair.
But always he held in his heart
the memory of the clear little voice
that had talked to him so confiding-
ly in the darkness of the rainy
autumn night.
One night he dropped into a
fashionable downtown restaurant
for dinner, and at the next table
was a big man and a girl in a
dropping hat of pale blue. Her
gown was of the same color, and
around her neck she wore a collar
of pearls.
She was a vision of exquisiteness,
and there was about her a haunting
quality that made Luttrell look at
her more than once. Where had he
seen her?
And even as he questioned, the
vision said in a clear little voice,
"Bob, I do believe it is raining. If
we go out, we will have to have a
cab"
1t was the girl with the cherry
hat! No other had such a voice,
and there was the wavy brown hair.
And in the brilliant light he beheld
clearly for the first time the gray
eyes and the delicate pink and
white of the oval face. Why, the
little girl was a beauty!
"You shall have two cabs if you
wish," he heard the big man say,
genially, "we wouldn't want to
christen that stunning gown with
rain"
At the sound of that big, BOOM
ing voice, Luttrell stared, and then
he bridged the distance between the
two tables and dropped his hand
on the other mans shoulder.
Bob Raymond" he said. "I
thought 1 couldn't be mistaken in
the voice! But you've grown some,
Bobbie, since 1 used to pitch you off
the campus fence"
Raymond wrung his hand, BEAM
ing. "Sis," he said to the vision in
blue, cts Mark Luttrell. You've
heard me tell about IL college
pranks. Mark, this is my kid Sis
ter"
She smiled up at Luttrell from
under the brim of the broad hat.
"Bob forgcts that l am grown up"
she said, and Luttrell saw that as
yet she had not recognized him as
the man of the umbrella episode.
81 remember your picture stood
on Bob's chiffonier," he told her.
"You wore your hair in pigtails,
but You were awfully pretty, and ]
fell in love with you"
"Oh," she said, blushing.
"Sit down and have dinner with
u.s." Raymond insisted. "Felicia
and l have the evening before us
It's raining, SO W e might as well
stay here for a while"
He turned to give an order to the
waiter, and Luttrell leaned toward
Felicia.
eff you will let me-" he said, 81
will hold my umbrella oyer the
cherries"
There was dead silence for a mo-
ment, and then she whispered nerv-
ously, ooh, you are the man? Oh.
what did you think of me?"
81 wished that | might hold an
umbrella over you for the rest Of
my life" he said fervently.
Her dimples came out in full
force. 81 am afraid you would gel
awfully tired" she said, but her
eyes dropped before his glance.
"Come up and ~ rs," Bob said