The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1909-03-24


Mutt. There were green and pink
blooming things all about him, and
chirping birds hoped along the grav-
eled walks-maldng all in all beau
tifui, blithesome setting for the craven
hero upon the rearing marble steed.
But Mr.. Conlan ignored the creeping
chirpins things, and the craven mar
Bile things, with equal gloomy llstle-
ness. There wal tiny slip of green
paper in the hand Of Miss Katie Nc
Mutt that boded more to young Con-
Ian than all your beauties of nature
and ali your records of the golden
deeds of heroes. The slip was marked
&C s176S," and It was valued by the
Chen Yuen Chinese lottery at exactly
$1,000. Miss McNutt, moved by for
tunate whim, had purchased the slip
for dollar. and now she was glad
indeed.
Larry Conlan endeavored to per-
suade himself that he was also glad;
for Instance, he said to Katie Belle:
TITS fine thing for you, Katie.
You'll be regular satin princess
"Yes, indeed" nodded Miss Katie,
joyously. II guess people will pay at
tentlon after this"
Sure" confirmed Larry Conlan.
"I'm awful glad" and he sighed like
like man sorely stricken. Miss
, Katie Belle McNutt threw tiny peb-
bles at the lmpudent chits of birds
that fused about the iron bench.
Il guess you'll be buyin' big green
auto with goggleeves in front to whiz
you around over the asphalt" ven
tured Conlan, presently.
'Yes, indeed" said pretty Katie.
won't Maggie Joyce and the other
girls stare!'
And you'll wear diamonds-big,
blazy ones?" continued Larry.
'of course" nodded Miss McNutt,
loads and loads, like the lady we saw
at the opera.
Big, fleecy clouds had piled up, OBJ
scurlng the sun and casting a gloom
across the pretty park somewhat akin
to the gloom that Larry Conlan could
not keep out OF his heart When
he turned again to the bronze haired,
tilt-nosed little beauty, it showed in
his blue eyes.
And the chaps, Katie" he blurted,
"the chaps what'll be after you now.
High society flyers and counts beggin'
TO sell you dago tltle"
The girls gray eyes glistened and
she put her gloved hand upon his
wrist. do you suppose they will?
DO yon suppose the big bugs will want
10 marry me now?"
Mira Conlan who had nourished this
desire through years, stared with
puzzled smile. "Of course they would
Who wouldn't, anyhow"
Miss McNutt shook her auburn
head, for she could not answer And
there was a little note I'm Larry's
that hurt her somehow. Then It was
that he thrust upon her one Of the
little crises that really count in life.
Katie" he asked, looking full in
her eyes, 'if the Marquis OF Italy or
the Dock of England was to come
askin' you to get married, you'd marry
'em, wouldn't you:"
Katie Belle McNutt gasped at the
sudden prospect. why, Larry"-she
began. but he pressed his question.
You'd marry 'em and be female
dook; now, wouldn't you, Katie Nc
Nutt?"
The girl, fronted with the odd,
pressing question, answered in con-
fusion why, Larry--you know-why
of course-Id like to be a sure enough
high fyer--oh, Larry"
Mr.. Larry Conlan arose. "Of course"
he nodded. II don't blame you a bit.
Go along and buy automobiles and be
the queen OF Span and wear ton of
diamonos hanging from each Of your
pretty ears. It's natural for you to do
II, Kate. But 1t lets me out-goodhy."
He started away, so abruptly shat
the impudent birds were nearly
trampled.
"oh, Larry" gasped the little lady
OF the bench.
"Goodby," he repeated, and In two
seconds was around the bend In the
cedar-lined driveway striving tCiling
at that dread, old-world lesson of for
getfulness. He was striving in such
determined bitterness that he did not
hear the light, rapid patter on the
gravel behind him; but he could not
fail to hear the soft voice that called:
"oh, Larry-you know l wouldn't,
Iarryp
He turned and kissed her, Though
No. ZIG of the metropolitan police
looked cynically on.
you take the old ticket" sobbed
Katie, Il don't want to be an em-
press.n
Mr.. Conlan smiled through his tears.
"It'll come in handy for bread pans
and rocking chairs when the Conlans
set up in a three-room front" he said,
and kissed her again.-stuart b.
Stone.
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