The Ronan pioneer. [volume] (Ronan, Mont.) 1910-1970, 1912-01-05
meal. She told him the place would
be open again at 2 o'clock.

entrance tueIc Was INC SAINT Sllll-
ness, only broken by his own foot
falls on the marble floor The librarian
was at her desk still writing on the
cards. He wondered if she would ever
get through and how she managed to
stick to her work rather than throw
herself into an easy chair in an alcovc
and bury herself in q book.
He read all the afternoon. though the
place was not so secluded as in the
morning, more persons coming in to
exchange books. When he went out
he said to the librarian that he would
leave the story with her again and
would return to read on the morrow.
She told him he might take it away
with him, but he thanked her and said
that if it were allowable he would
rather do his reading in the library;
the book seemed to be identified with
the spot
I'm in love with Eleanor Trimble,"
he said. 81.
The girl looked up at him with a
surprised or rather IL startled express
sion.
"She's in many respects my beau
ideal of woman
aren't you talking about the hero
inc of the story?" she said.
"Why, yes, Didn't ! say Marcia Col
faX?"
The girl smiled. Up to this moment
she had looked 50 serious. attended to
her duties in so automatical Il fashion.
that Treadwcll was not prepared for
anything so human as Il s.ni,e.
81 see" he added II have made
mistake. l have been interested in
the name written on the fly leaf. To
morrow, if YOU can spare me a few
moments of your valuable time, l
would like you to tell mc something
about her-that is, if you know who
she is
81 know all about her." she said.
land will be happy to inform you"
"IS She
Trcadwell was about to ask if she
was Young, but girl came in with il
pile of books to rctrln and he decided
to finish his question tic next day.
In the morning he received some
mail with Instructions, WIKI II served
only to delay his business matters
and promised an indefinite prolongng
of his stay in 3. He was not sorry.
He was quite satisfied with the libra
ry, the story he was reading, his
double heroine and the librarian,
though the last was the only living
one of the three. He reached the IL
brary about II, and, no one being
there, he asked the librarian to tell
him what she knew about Eleanor
Trimble.
awe been thinking about my prom
ise," she replied, land would recon-
mend your waiting till you have fin
ished the story"
Treadwell was quite satisfied to do
so and, going to his alcove, buried
himself in his book.
One stormy afternoon when the rain
was keeping every one indoors Tread
we'll, sitting in his alcove, closed the
book he had been reading and took 1t
to the librarian.
awe got it into my head" he said,
"that there is some connection be-
tween Eleanor Trimble and the her
oine of that story. At any rate, l am
in love with the two. l don't know
why l include Miss Trimble, but II
she is real living young woman you
will confer a favor on me by Offering
her my hand and heart
vy.,- vi
sion broke with very pleasant smile,
while over her passed the faintest
blush.
"She is and yet she is not real
living being,' she said. "1t is d
o'clock and time to lock up. Come
with me and l will show you her pic
ture."
"Her picture.'
eyes, and her too"
ais she single or double?"
"Neither. She is triple
II give it up" said Treadwel1. 81
shall have to wait"
Taking the girl under his umbrella
he walked to coy cottage where she
lived. Ushering him into living room
she pointed to the portrait of an ole
woman hanging on the wall and said:
"Eleanor Trimble."
Treadwell's face fell. His dream
was shattered.
"Come across the hail." said the girl
land / will show you the double
The double was a portrait also, bu
of woman about thirty-five. Tread
we'll was not comforted. "You tolt
ME that she also lived"
Coloring, the girl said, ~ am als'
Eleanor Trimble."
A very different expression cam
over the mans face. He started t.
say something pleasant, but the situa
ton was embarrassing. He had com
missioned Eleanor Trimble to offe
herself his heart and hand. The girl re