The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1914-06-05
his advances austerely.

his advances austerely.
when ! was in Algiers," be began
reminiscently. after a few we'll chosen
and silently received words about the
weather.
"There's q new show at the Lyceum
they say is awfully funny" Her tone
was dreamily wistful.
He sidestepped warily. This wealth
er reminds me q lot Of Labrador"
II haven't see q good show for 4
long time" she sighed.
mot that it's so cold in Labrador.
you know, but
"Have you seen itT'
what. LabradorT'
mo, the show"
HIN: Not yet You see, I'm vesy
busy now nights. my dear. lin en-
tertaining. a couple Of English bankers
this week. Very important. you know.
Some time. though" be said vaguely.
"we'lr"- His words faded into a MUIR
muir that lost itself In the putting Of q
black cigar.
She melted. Monty was important.
"Some time soon." he promised as
he started to leave. "Ah, by the way
he fumbled in his change pocket
forgot my money this morning. Stupid,
wasn't it? Have you a dollar handy,
my dear, for a fare till I get a check
cashedT"
She gave it gladly. receiving a hand
squeeze as the receipt.
She did not mention the circum.
stance to Rose that evening as they
sat in the little restaurant where three
course meals are exchanged for quar-.
ter dollars.
Want to see a picture shown Rose
asked after supper. Stella agreed Ian
guidly.
They dropped into 1.-The travelogue."
where for the sum Of a dime you may
sit in stufy o and partake of all
the pleasures of a jaunt around the
world without the bother of of1cious
customs inspectors or the emotional
unrest of seasickness. They found
seats well toward the front and open
ed a bag of caramels to forttfy them.
selves against the fatigues of the jour-
ney.
The lights went out. An automaton
began ~harassing a wheezy piano. There
was a buzz of expectant whisper.
A square Of white light flashed on
the curtain. then the legend. "A Trip
to the Orient. Personally Conducted by
One of Our Lecturers" The audience
repeated it to each other in low tones.
A Turkish street scene appeared on
the canvas.
Some one coughed in the wings. The
pianos wall died OF in a lowery trem-
olo. The whispering ceased. A husky
voice proceeded from out the shadow
at the left Of the stage.
ladies and gen'rmen. tonight-hic-
tonight we shall have the pleasure Of
MISUNDERSTANDING you through the
the
There was q pause. The lecturer
whispered hoarsely to some one behind
him.
"Where we conner lead 'em. Mr..
Blank?"
A red and yellow mosque that was
just peeping into the house stopped
suddenly in its course and withdrew.
There was whispered colloquy in the
shadow. Another cough.
Ladies and gen'pmen," the voice
resumed more huskily, tonight we're
going to Shpain."
mo. no. You chump!" clear and graf
ing from behind the wings. "The orient
orient! l told you to study It. You've
been drinking again!"
"'Tisn't So" The husky one was
evidently aggrieved. ladies and gen.
Tmen. we've changed our minds. We're
going to the orient"
A whistle sounded shriIly. The can
vas suddenly went blank.
The lights flashed on blindingly to
reveal an unresisting figure being
drawn behind the wings from public
stare.
. Stella uttered a little sAriek before
she collapsed.
"It's Monty" she blubbered.
mo-" muttered Rose tensely. ITS
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