The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1911-02-02

III BY IZOLA FORESTER
l.. There's some mistake" said Bax.
ter. but he did not hand back the tel.
bsram.
Jimmie. curly haired Jimmie, prince
pf the bells at the Carlton. waited
Tor Mr.. Baxter to satisfy his curiosity
10 Its utmost.
Baxter read the brief message
again. 1t was delicious in its brevity
and succinct humor.
Frances Baxter,
THE Carlton,
Lost Beach, N. J.
VIII you marry me? H. T."
Then suddenly the wrath of Mr..
francis Baxter scared for prey, over
roming his sense of humor He had
opened telegram that did not be-
tong to him. 1t was a peculiarly per-
sonal message. He had a we'll formed
ldea that the true owner would be
elancins about for proper party on
whom to dispose her own wrath, pres.
entity.
!. Say, Jimmie, what do you mean by
bringing me this thing?" he roared
put. Cant you read? Frances. Look
there?" ':s
Jimmie glanced imperturbably at
the superscription ON the torn envel-
ope.
You opened the envelope after
you'd seen that. didn't you?" he in
CURED nonchalantly. Il didn't notice.
Nibs says to give it to you. Blow
aim up. not me-"
MIR. Baxter checked his inclinations
TO impart penitence to the stout, dap
Per little figure beside him. He hand
cd back the envelope. also the mes
sage, also a 81 bill, and kept his eyes
Npon those OF Jimmie.
Jimmie, would It be possible to
have new envelope placed on that,
before this Miss Baxter sees it," he
asked.
Sure, | .can fix it," retorted Jim
mie. dffably. T.:
:: And, say Jimmie, it's queer about
the name, YOU know. Id like to know,
5ust out OF curiosity, who she is
Jimmie never smiled. He had been
at the Carlton through three seasons
now.
Sure" he made answer After din
per, tell Nibs you want to send me
on a message, see? Then l can come
up 10 your room" .. -, -
Until after dinner, life was a
squeezed orange for Mr.. Baxter, q
fapid, novelty shorn void OF medioc-
fiN. He scanned the dining-room for
pew faces. 1t was the same old crowd:
He rambled out around the rotunda
once, and carelessly looked at the
register. There was no Frances Bax.
ter written on its last few pages.
'sNibs," as the bells called the clerk.
was beyond trifling with. He was the
son and heir of the wealthy widow
who owned the Carlton, and he up.
held the exclusiveness Of the place to
Y degree most annoying.
III. T.. H. T." unused Baxter. after
hs had retired to his room. and rang
up the once for Jimmie to 20 ON an
srrand. Didn't dare to sign his
name. Didn't dare to show up. and
ask her to her face. Had to telegraph.
The wary dog"
Jimmie tapped at the door.
"Well?" demanded Baxter, as soon
~ the door closed. Did you"
Guest Of Mr.. Atterbury's," said
Jimmie glibly. 1T was sent here by
mistake"
Did you see herr"
Sure" said Jimmie. "Nibs sent
me over with IT, She's all right, Mr..
Baxter. all to the good. Swell locker.
kinder blonde. and"
did you see her when she opened
the telegram"
Sure. Wasn't standing right
4hsrs." 4% -.
"Ere-was there any answer, jim
inlet"
Jimmie squintsd rsasctivsly. i
Il forget" he said hopelsssly.
Baxter did not smile. He handed
over another dollar. -
Please know" no remarked.
"shs wired back. Doubtful. Am
writing q y :
sEIuh!" said Baxter.
Its the novelty Of tho thing" he
assured himself later. asehs hurrledlJ
crossed the ,bsach walk towards the
Attsrbury cottage. He suddenly had
irecallsd pressing ensassmszt WITH
Hal Atterbufy, youngest hope Of TN
house. Hal would back hin sp. More
he would comprebsnas perfectly TIN
Ilntarest which. the situation held foe
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