The searchlight. [volume] (Culbertson, Mont.) 1902-current, 1910-05-13
By STACY E. BAKER

". II am giving the subject Of beauty
culture conscientious study-for q pur-
pose. You see I have been an old
maid so long that II has palled on
me-"
| By August the lady from Hubble.
town could have passed through the
streets Of her native village incognito.
Her cheeks were as pale and pink.tint-
ed as q young girls. The angular
lines had become graceful curves. Miss
Angelina was now the pretty Miss
Dobbins.
Forty years do not sit heavily on
the head OF the knowing woman. It
occurred to the sojourner from Hub
bletown as she gazed into her mirror
that she must have suddenly found
the secret OF perpetual youth.
Now" ruminated Miss Dobbins. "a
she critically summed up her alluring
likeness. Il believe--r actually be-
lieve--that I am equipped for the
fray" And thereafter New York knew
her not.
IL was dainty little woman In
weeds whom Mrs. Albert Harding In
troduced to the best society OF tho
thriving city OF Albantown. Suscep-
uble youth and gay widowers fell vic.
tins to her charms. In this group the
popular newcomer noticed apprec.a-
lively one Thomas Bogart. recently
bereaved. and rather pudgy and ridicu.
lous.
There were others. Mr.. Bogart'a
fat little characterless face had good
reason to furrow deep lines OF worri-
ment The dapper Albert Kahn, some
years younger. and financial magnate
OF AIbantown. was a rival.
But. In spite Of this. the gods seemed
Kind. Mira. Case seemed to favor his
cult. and this was well. because I, was
rumored that the sprightiy widow had
money.
On an evening during which Bogars
had been unusually favored and al
lowed to escort the widow home from
tho opera. his ardor suddenly got tho
better Of him.
Mrs. Case" he began. when they
had arrived at the home OF the wild.
ow's friend. Il have something seri.
Gus to say to YOU"
What Ia it-Thomas?" A slow flush
lighted the pale face OF the fascinating
widow. Bogart's eyes rested linger-
ingiy upon her. and his heart thumped
joyously.
i-l-Mrs. Case-er-Margaret," he
burst out desperately. IL love you.
Can you not see II In my every actionf
My heart In yours. WIN you marry
me?"
DO you really love me--Thomas!
she asked gently.
4 swear It." responded r. Bogart.
convincingly.
How am ] to known" insisted the
widow. coquettlshly. rs not some
other one waiting disconsolate. some
place. for your"
How can you think IT." reproached
Bogart.
! don't" acknowledged the widow
somewhat CURLY. Really. Tommy.
I'm sure there isn't. And win marry
you. too. only-only must 10 home
ana arrange things. Then I will come
S w" you DC tIu6y
Forever. II necessary" replied the
tubilant T. Bogart. He attempted to
kiss her. but she repulsed him. bid.
ding him walt.
And he waited.
The next day tho widow left for her
nome. nor did the infatuated lover re-
ceive word from her. Months went
by. He remembered that he did not
know where she lived. He asked Mr..
Harding. but she refused the informa.
ton. bidding him wait.
Nor did he notice. In his perturbeA
state. the absence OF Albert Kahn.
Finally this letter came to him:
You need wait no longer. Have de-
cided that you won't do. Go back To
the girl you left In Hubbletown. May.
DO she wants you. I don't.
MRS. ALBERT KAHN.
What flends some women are.
whimpercd Thomas Bogart, .and I
wonder how she heard OF Angelina
er-Whata har namoS.