The searchlight. [volume] (Culbertson, Mont.) 1902-current, 1911-05-12
CHAPTE v.
The GospeI-Boat Meeting.

When I see a curl of religion sprouting
Gp. ! think IT'S best ter kinder shine on
Il pleasant-like. but not to take too much
notice until II roots good.
Miss Selma Luz
Friday. the 18th. dawned clear and
mild for Miss Cynthia, and the early
morning breezes that RULED the fair
hair on her pillow breathed no hint
Of adventure. though they wakened
her long before the usual hour. She
opened her eyes on a window-framed
landscape with the down-river hills
and banks in the distance. She had
with a dream in the top of the barn
In which she had been Just about to
voice her admiration for the picture
to n tall and gloriiied Miss Selma Lue
In gray knickerbockers. when her con-
sciousness formed complete connec-
ton and she sat up and stretched her
white arms with smile. The i'm
pertinence of the man to presume to
mix in her dreams. even IL his pic
lures were wonderful
As Miss Cynthia dressed in a leis-
urely way she found 1t hard to keep
her thoughts from straying to the
bluff and the barn. She had for more
than a week controlled the inclination
Of her feet to wander In that direc-
ton. and now she felt impelled to see
Miss Selma Lue and Blossom-and-
Oh dear, how she did love those pic.
tees!
On her way downstairs she looked
cautiously in her mothers door and
found her awake and in the act Of
taking her morning nourishment.
Everything Mrs. Jackson Page did
was in the way of n ceremony. and
she received Miss Cynthia graciously
in a point-lace breakfast-cap.
How are you. mother. this lovely
morning." she inquired gently. Mrs.
Jackson Page preferred to be spoken
to in cadences of deepest sympathy at
all times.
AS we'll rs I can ever hope to be"
she answered languidly. though she
slipped with n dsgree of relish the sec
ond cup of coffee and began n bust
ness.like attack on substantial tray
of breakfast the maid had set before
her. Are you going in to town to.
day had hoped you would look at
that house on University avenue II
| have to leave my ancestral home |
want a place of abode suitable to our
position. Ii will not be for long,
am afraid. and after am gone" she
raised lace handkerchief to her eyes
and left Miss Cynthia in doubt as to
whether she was bemoaning the pros
pect of her daughters bereft condi
ton on University avenue or her own
on one of the streets said to be paved
with gold.
After n proper degre OF concern and
consolation. Miss Cynthia beat hasty
retreat down the steps. The telephone
stopped her on her way to the outside
world and an animated conversation
ensued. conducted by Evelyn Branch
who was up and doing far earlier thar
was her wont.
You dear thing" she hailed acros:
the city. ito be awake so early, DID
you get your worm all right? wa
just calling to leave my number fol
you. | am so excited-I-"
Then | infer you did catch you
worm" laughed Miss Cynthia into tn,
telephone.
1T isn't a worn ! am after; it's ,
man"
Too early then. dear. unless 20,
wan. a brisk farmer"
Anything but. cherie. Listen, d,
you remember my telling you abou
that perfectly delicious man l met II
Washington last winter?"
which one?"
There was only one-like him
You know, it was Alan Kent. the art
list, told you about going to hi.
studio and what a compliment Aun
Kate thought IT was to have him ash
US. Don't you remember my tellin.
you about him? My dear, he was tn,
whole thing all winter. Well. griI
your heart tight-he's here In tb<
ciu,"