Cut Bank pioneer press. [volume] (Cut Bank, Mont.) 1909-current, 1911-08-04

yery tinkle of the ice In my cham
payne glass nearly drives me mad"
Mr.. Packenstacker looked ingenu,
ously interested.
II have always loved" he said, ITO
read and hear about the ways OF
wealthy and fashionable folks. | sup:
pose | am a bit of a snob. But | like
to have my information accurate"
The girl contemplated him with the
calm, im%personal regard that befitted
the difference in their stations.
What is your line of business. Mr..
Parkenstacker?" she asked.
"A very humble one. But hope to
rise In the world. Were you really in
earnest when you said that yoy could
love a man of lowly position?"
Indeed | was. But | said might
| There is the grand duke and the mar
quis. you know. Yes; no calling could
be too humble were the man What |
would wish him to be-"
II work. declared Mr., Parken-
stacker, "in a restaurant.
The girl shrank slightly.
mot as a waiter?" she said, a little
imploringly. Labor is noble. but
personal attendance. you know-valets
and"
II am not a waiter. I am cashier
in"-on the street they faced that
bounded the opposite side of the park
vas the brilliant electric sign "Restau.
rant am cashier in that restau-
rant you see there"
The girl consulted a tiny watch set
in a bracelet of rich design upon her
left wrist, and rose, hurriedly.
Why are you not at work." she
asked.
Il am on the night turn" said the
young man; lit is yet an hour before
my period begins. May | not hope to
see you again "
Il do not know. P~erhaps-but the
whim 1say not seize M again. | must
go quickly now. There is a dinner,
and a box at the play-and, oh! the
same old round. Perhaps you noticed
an automobile at the upper corner OF
the park as you came. One with a
white body"
And red running gear?" asked the
young man. knitting his brows reflect
lively.
Yes. | always come in that. Pierre
waits for me there. He supposes me
to be shopping in the department store
across the square. Conceive Of the
bondage of the life wherein we must
deceive even our chauffeurs. Good
night"
But it is dark now" said Mr.. Park
enstacker, land the park is full of rude
men. May | not walk"
IF you have the slightest regard for
my Wishes" said the girl, firmly. 'yor
will remain at this bench for ten min
utes after | have left. ! do not mean
to accuse you, but you are probably
aware that autos generally bear the
monogram of their owner. Again
} goodnight"
Swift and stately she moved away
through the dusk. The young mar
watched her graceful form as she
reached the pavement at the park:
edge. and turned up along it TOWARD
{ the corner where stood the automo
bile. Then he treacherously and un
, hesitatingly began to dodge and skin
I among the park trees and shrubber!
t in a course parallel to her route. keep
l ing her we'll in sight.
When she reached the corner sht
turned her head to glance at the motto
car, and then passed it. continuing OF
across the street. Sheltered behind
convenient standing cab. the youn'
a 49, faIl~-,@l how o1ynUNnntc nl0cntI
with his eyes. Passing down the side
walk of the street opposite the park
t she entered the restaurant with tn,
blazing sign. The place was one o
5 those frankly glaring establishments
. all white paint and glass. where on
may dine cheaply and conspicuously
The girl penetrated the restaurant t
some retreat at it's rear. whence sh'
3 quickly emerged without her hat AM
| veil.
The cashiers desk was well to tn
9 front. A r~ed-headed girl on the stoC
climbed down, glancing pointedly a
| the clock as she did so. The girl ii
! gray mounted in her place.
e The young man thrust his hand
into his pockets and walked slowl
o back along the sidewalk. At the col
ner his foot struck a small, paper-coy
e cred volume lying there. sending
sliding to the edge of the turf. BY it
picturesque cover he recognized 1t a
I the book the girl had been reading. H
picked it up carelessly. and saw tina
its title was New Arabian Nights,
q the author being of the name Of Ste
t venson. He dropped it again upon tn
" grass, and lounged. irresolute. for
t minute. Then he stepped into the al
8 tomobile, reclined upon the cushion!
and said two words to the chauffeur:
Club. Henri"