The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1913-05-02
Bobbie steered the car about.

Bobbie steered the car about. "All
| know OF the girl is her unconfessed
love for me and my love for her." he
said.
Oh, | was glad, glad when Ned
returned from his travels, but when
pointed out Missile Belle in the street
turned aside with an almost hyster-
ical laugh mt the words ! knew he
would say.
"Where have seen that girl be-
fore?" mused Ned. Then his face
cleared visibly. Il remember" he con-
tinued; at wS- GN New York. city.
She was passing Grants monument,
walking arm in arm with a sporty
looking individual | recollect the cir
cumstance perfectly, though can't
tell why | do. By Jove," Ned ended,
"there comes the fellow now"
And as Missie Belle and her former
companion passed on together Ned
looked after them in troubled way.
81 am sorry old Bob has fallen in love
there" he said.
The next morning as started into
town the Bronson coachman stopped
the pretendous old family equipage in
the road. while Bobbies mother beck
oned me to q seat inside.
my dear" she began at once. the
rector and | have been exceedingly
anxious about that strange little crea-
ture who stays alone at the hotel AS
we were returning last evening from
a visit to the mining section we met
the girl running as one pursued across
a field in the lower part of the town.
Her hair hung disheveled about her
shoulders, while her skirt was ragged
and torn. | am sure she must be
either IN need of advice or assistance"
1t was evident that Bobbies mother
had no suspicion of her sons infatua-
tion for the strange girl she would be-
friend.
But exciting events followed in
quick succession after this. and our
sleepy village awoke to scan eagerly
bach fresh arriving city paper, for
he undesirable stranger, who had
been seen often in the company of
Missile Belle, had been arrested as
notorious gambler and now awaited
trial. We looked askance mt the girl
as she continued her silent and isolat
ed way. Bob alone remained unques.
tionably loyal.
'She will probably be called as q
witness at the trial." Ned said de-,
Tpondently. "Old Bob must be crazy"
But with startling suddenness Bob
came to his senses. We had been walk.
ing near the hotel. he and Ned and l,
when the girl herself came gliding to-
ward us in her inimitably graceful
fashion. Beneath a street lamp she |
paused, and involuntarily l clutched |
Ned's hand Upon the beautiful raven |
hair flashed a tiara of gems, about hel
shoulders was thrown a cloak of costly |
satin and lace, while the lips, the pa |
thetic lips, of Missile Belle were curved |
In crimson artifice. Her too heavily |
eyes shone out weirdly. With
an inardculate cry, the girl put out
her jeweled hand to Bobbie, but Bob
bic Bronson cast 1t from him and turn
ed upon his heel.
After that Missie Belle disappeared.
She left, as she had come. without eX-
PLANTATION, without a word of farewell
to the hotel keepers wife, who still
spoke of her with fearful tenderness.
One evening, as we met before a mo-
lion picture theater, Ned and ! per-
suaded Bobbie to accompany us inside,
and as we awaited an usher at the
back of the darkened room | heard
Bobbie catch his breath sharply, and.
raising my eyes, looked straight into
the beautiful face Of little Missile
Belle
Look" whispered Ned in my ear,
md 1 read the words. Have you seen
her-Miss Belle Murray, popular mo-
lion picture actress, the girl of hun
fred facesT'
Then always, with the girl as central
figure, we saw a tragedy enacted be-
fore us. Like flash came to me a for
ner pictured tragedy which had been
80 painfully associated in my memory
with this same sweet face. But now
he girl runs across a desolate field,
ler tumbled hair, her shabby skirt torn
1y brambles, leaving behind in a rough
mining camp a scene Of squalor and
crime. Again she bursts upon us, a
being transformed. the miners daugh-
er, now an heiress, wooed in her white
1lumed hat and her gown of lace by
1ashy villain, of course. He holds the
'ibbons Of high, jaunty cart as they
,peed down the very road toward us.
And now, arm in arm, they pass
Grants tomb, her trusting eyes up
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