Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1910-12-15

came to be an honored guest In the
house Of Flynt. Miss Florence looked
at him doubtfully. but the aunt accept
ed him at once. Why mott He had
the most engaging manners; ne was a
gentleman with a title; he had saved
their lives; he was q stranger who
was making a tour of America to study
society and other things. And he adj
mitted In the frankest and most
charming manner that 1t was possible
an American bride might return to
France with him.
Mrs. Flynt was a thoughtful woman.
She thought that collision might have
Jared the chevalier's wallet out OF
his pocket and lost 1t. At his very.
first call she offered to become his
banker. She put IT in a way to spare
his proud feelings. and he pocketed
the check and said he did not look for
such fine consideration in crude Amer
| lea. They had already looked askance
at him at the hotel, but that check
saved the day.
For a fortnight Mrs. F1ynt had
thoughts and dreams connected with
herself and titles and castles. She
was a chevalieress. She was the boss
Of a hundred servants. She was on
friendly terms with people OF blue
blood. Then she became conscience
stricken. There was that poor girl
Florence. She had promised to do the
square thing by her, and would 1t be
doing 1t to beat her out Of title and
castles? Wasn't the chevalier already
showing by his actions that he was
falling in love with the girl? No. Old
Josh Flynt had always been called a
square man-even if he did divide
with the alderman-and his widow
would uphold his reputation. Later
on, of a lord or a count came her way,
we'll
The aunt sought Miss Florence and
resigned the chevalier to her and
asked no gratitude in return.
Then came the long-delayed COMES
! sion. Florence was engaged to q
young man in Poughkeepsie. She
didn't exactly know about his family
or finances, but he had curly hair and
black eyes and very white teeth and
a tenor voice. She loved him, and she
would marry him, and she didn't care
two red cents for an old chevalier. AS
for castles, they must be full of ghosts
and cobwebs, and she preferred a two
story brick house, with a stone dog
and a fountain in the front yard.
Mrs Flynt became very angry. She
scolded and criticised and put hel
foot down. Then she shed tears ant
appealed. Here was the chance Of 6
girls lifetime. 1t would never Occur
again. Wealth, title, station and cas-
ties for just saying yes. Had the
girls senses deserted her? Let hel
take a week to think it over, and ther
beware how she broke her loving
aunt's heart,
The chevalier would wait a weel
before committing suicide for love o
Miss Florence. He wouldn't do it fol
any other person than the aunt. HI
would do it for her because she hat
loaned him money until he could heal
from Paris, and because he was
obliged to ask another favor of thu
same sort. Paris wasn't so far away
but those Paris bankers always tool
their time about business matters. An
other check was handed over, ant
again the hotel bouncer was saved
job.
The week was only half up when
young man with curly hair and blacl
Flynt mansion. Mrs. Flynt happened
to receive him, and she noticed tina
his card bore the name Of Walter Al
word. He was just a common Ameri
can, and when he asked for Miss Flor
ence Mrs. Flynt retired from the par
lor. She wasn't expecting the cheva
lier at that hour, and that was the rea
son why he was shown directly int
the parlor, and beheld the young MAJ
holding a willing hand belonging tt
Miss Florence.
He assumed a pose. He meant |
to be a terrible pose. Then his eyeI
betrayed the tragedy that was turning
comersaults in his soul. No apprecia
ton from the audience of two. Ther
he Numbered out:
Mile tonerres!" in a voice to max,
one shiver. No shivers. The cheva
lier was about to wave his arms an,
yell when Mrs. Flynt entered tn,
room. The young man with the darl
eyes and white teeth rose up a n
handed her various newspaper clip
pings and quietly said:
Ellis history is all there. Shall
be read aloudT"
In less than a minute the chevaDie,
was gone.
Mrs. Flynt read those newspape
clippings in the privacy of her owl
room, and an hour later appeared II
the parlor. red-eyed and contrite, I,
say:
Florence, I guess we don't a
any titles. I guess it's your aunt VIII,
lacks the brains. You may introduc,
me to your young man. as Mrs. Joshu,
Flint-Fli-nt.