The Bottineau courant., 1909-10-22

get, TOO, tnat6 all upnll coming BACK.
"Oh, I never enjoyed a walk so in
my life" declared Emma. 1T was
magnificent! I couldn't have slept,
couldn't have stayed in bed, If hadn't
taken it,"
But Mrs. Harris refused to be me
lifted.
"And l won't be able to sleep be-
cause you've made me so nervous" {"
she complained
Emma went to her put her arm
about her and kissed her
Don't be cross, mother" she plead
ed. "You know this is my first sniff
of real country for a century. and !,
have never been in the Catskils be-
fore and therefore never so near heav-
en-. l am Il little girl again. us full Of
childish JOY as / used to be when ia
ther took us on those trips which now
seem like a dream, they were so long
ago."
"1f your father hadn't been so easy
we'd be owning handsome cottage
at one Of the fashionable places in the
Adirondacks instead Of hiring q mean
little bungalow here" lamented Mrs.
Harris. mo fashionable people ever
come here, and one has to be so partic-
ular. But what is one to do? One
can't remain in New York in the dog
days"
"For me, I'm sick and tired of the
mountains" announced Beth. "1'd like
to 60 to Newport, where we'd stand q
chance Of meeting somebody and
where anyhow we'd be able to see real
society people"
Bother societyw said Emma hap.
PLY.
Both her mother and Beth looked
shocked.
Emma, how can you say such a
thing" reproved Mrs. Harris, envel.
oping herself in an air Of loftiness
II hope you have not allowed your
self to be Influenced by the anarchistic
vaporings Of your-of that unspeakable
person whose name is not to be men,
toned"
eve read somewhere that fine soci
ETY. is only self protection against the
vulgarities Of the street and the tav.
ern," chirped Beth primly.
'"That all depends on how you define
fine society," Beth" said Emma.
II mean the society Of wealth, the
Four Hundred, of course. l pray every
night that I may marry a duke or a
count"
Beth has such elevated ideas" CON-
mented her mother admiringly.
"Such petitions" observed Emma,
becoming grave, "never reach the
mercy seat. It is said that at mid
night every New Years eve, when the
bells Of the churches ring out the
dying year, there issue from the bel
fries streams Of vapory spirits with
distracted, terrified faces, their hands
clasped to their ears. They are the
prayers that never rose any higher,
prayers of worshipers in the churches
who repeated them mechanically, as
they are accustomed to do every Sun
day, without realization of the signiti-
canoe Of the words they utter; prayers
muttered by those whose thoughts
were on other things; prayers of the
hypocrite; prayers Of the humbug;
supplications to the most high for the
preposterous and the impossible; pray
ers Of those who do not practice what
they preach; prayers Of those who do
those things which they ought not to
do and leave undone those things
which they ought to do and think
their weekly glib confession of it and
their obolus in the collection plate alb
solve them. With the jangling and
changing Of the bells they are borne by
are lost forever in the eternal void
between the worlds. All such prayers
wherever uttered must share this
fate"
By this time Mrs. Harris was agape,
too astonished to utter word.
"Gracious, Emma" gasped Beth.
"You talk like book. l don't know
what's come over you."
1T is my new birth. 1 told you it
was as though had been born again.
I hope you will marry duke or a
count If you want to, Beth. AS rule,
I believe they are real men, every
whit as worthy as good men who don't
bear this distinction Of title. Still, the
field is necessarily restricted, and you
mustn't forget that there are other
noble men as distinguished from no.
blemen-men Of sterling value, who
ring true under every test"
"Like-like Jimsy," ventured Beth
with dubious air, casting about and
on the spur Of the moment thinking
Of none other she knew who would fit
the description.
Like Jimsy," assented Emma en-
| phatically.
But he's so ungrammatical, so-er-
shy on education, besides which he
hasn't any money" objected Mrs Har-
| ris.
"None to speak Of" seconded Beth,
pursing her lips deprecatingly.
aside from that, though" conceded
Mrs Harris, 81 must say Jimsy's a
real good man and most obliging. He
can't help his upbringing."