The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1910-03-17

whole day. 1t is talked about, laughed
over and becomes the history Of the
day.
Hillard presently left the house and
hailed Fifth avenue omnibus. He
looked with negative interest at the !
Advertisements. ut the people In the
streets. at his fellow travellers. One Of
these was hidden behind his morning
paper. Personals! HiIlard squrmed a
little. The world never holds very
much romance in the sober morning.
What stupid piece of folly! The
idea Of his sending that personal in
quiry to the paper! Tomorrow he
would see it sandwiched in between
samples of shopgiri romance. ques-
tionable intrigues and divers search
warrants. Ye gods! will the blond
who smiled at gentleman In blue serge.
elevated train. Tuesday. meet same in
park? Object. matrimony." Hillard
fdgeted. young man known as Ado
mis- would adore stout elderly lady in
dependently situated. Object. matri-
mOuy." Pish! "Girlie. Can't keep APP
pointment tonight Willie" Tush! "A
French widow of eighteen. unincunl-
bered." and so forth and 30 on. Rot.
bally rot. and here he was ON the way
to Join them: Twill the lady who sang
from Nine. Angot' communicate with
gentleman who leaned out of the
window? J. H.. RurRomaster Club
Positively asinine! E
There was scarce one chance In
thousand Of the mysterious singers
seeing the inquiry. not one in ten thou
sand Of her answering 1t. And the
folly Of giving his club address: That
would look very dignihed in yonder
agony column. He would cancel the
thing.
He dropped from the omnibus at the
park entrance. where he found his
FESTIVE mare. He gave her lump Of
sugar and climbed into the saddle. He
directed the groom to return for the
horse at 10 o'clock. then headed for the
bride path. II was heavy. but the air
was SO keen and bracing that neither
the man nor the horse worried about
the going. Only one party attracted
him. a riding master and a trio Of
brokers who were verging on embon-
point and were desperate and looked
1t. Hillard went on. The park was
not lovely: the trees were barren, the
grass yellow and soddeh.
'She Is so innocent so youthful
He found himself humming the re-
frain over and over She had sung it
with abandon. tenderness. lightness
For one glimpse Of her face: He took
the rise and dip that followed. Yards
ahead Il solitary woman cantered east
~ along. Hillard had not seen her be-
fore. He spurred forward. family Gu
rious. There was nothing familiar TO
his eye in her charming figure. SSe
rode we'll AS he drew nearer he saw
that she wore heavy gray veil. And
this veil hid everything but the single
| fash of a pair Of eyes the color Of
which detied him. Then he looked at
her mount. Ha! There was only one
rangy black with white throat--from
the Sanford stables. he was positive
But the Sandfords were at this mo-
ment in Cairo. so it signitied nothing.
There is always some one ready to ex-
ercise your horses. He looked again
at the rider. The flash Of the eyes was
not repeated. so his interest vanished.
and he urged the mare into a sharp
run.
So he went back to his tentative ro-
nance. She had passed his window
and disappeared into the fog. and
there was n reasonable doubt Of her
ever returning from it. The singer in
the fog-thus he would write it down
In his book Of memories and sensibly
turn the page. At length he came