The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1914-05-29

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1.-The Coming of Lone Wolf" a west
ern drama, which affords a wonder
full insight into Indian life, shows Prin'
cess Mona D~arkfeather, the Indian &C
tress, in one Of the principal roles.
The Vision in the Window" is thu
fourth Of Wood b. Wedd's sentimental,
experiences, by Mark Swan. He saw
her first with his field glasses as she
stood in a distant store window. He
rushed over, but could not find her and
was thrown out Of the store. Their
he saw that same costume and prompt
ly proposed to the wearer-wrone
again. But he finally found her and
myths to him He was a citizen Of
the universe. address anywhere.
You must know pretty nearly every
one" Stella whispered admiringly.
He considered u moment while he
adjusted the green jade pin in his
necktie.
Not quite.' was his modest admis
sion.
She sighed and applied the nail BUT
fer with feverish assiduity.
When he had gone she wept softly
and tried to recall what he had looked
like. He was tall, she remembered.
and slender and dark.
That night she cried herself to sleep
and dreamed she was Madylaine. the
heroine of Loves Last Word"
He came again many times.
There We're more tales-tales of hair
raising adventures in the %crannies of
the world. The heroes of them all were
friends of his. namelesS men men
toned casually, though she knew all
the time that it was he who really
figured in the leading roles.
! She put down his delicacy in omit
ting names to that innate modesty SO
characteristic of heroes. There was a
nan, for instance. who twisted the tail
of a blood crazed tiger in Bengal and
flung the brute to starve in the
branches of Il tree.
His visits became more frequent. so
frequent that his nails could not pos
sibly have grown between times.
He led her to talk of herself-of her
ideals. inspired by the best magazine
literature: of the loyeiess life Of a
plump manicure lady in a deserted city
Of $4,000 0 population.
He learned. too. of the $500 she had
boarded up against the traditional day
Of inclement weather.
And before he left on that occasion
they kissed furtively across the table.
during which process he spilled a bowl
of warm water into his Lap.
He confided his name Montf2rd Reg
inald McShane. She smiled happily as
he blew her a farewell kiss.
Monty. as she fOndly thought Of him.
visited her always in the morning.
Whether he had an occupation she had
not courage to inquire of him. Suffice
she was loved. and to love is to trust,
says the heroine Of some best seller.
She contided in Rose. her LADY
friend a s%tatuesque blond who circu-
lated comestibles in a lunch room.
Rose was skeptical, having proved to
her grim satisfaction that the stomach
route is the only way to a mans heart.
Maybe SO and then maybe not" she
declared oracularly. This romance
business is all very we'll for them as
can do without sleep. What's his
name?"
"Montford," breathed Stella.
And what for dessert?"
Reginald McShane."
TOO fossy. Keep your eye On the
cashiers desk and don't let him get by
without punching his check. This Ro.
meo game wasn't invented for us work
ing girls. Good providers is what we
need. Remember what happened to
me?'
She dabbled a fugitive tear. Stella
vas in arms Immediately.
"Monty's different There's something
about him that-er-well, you know,
he's-er'-
II know; that was Horace's weak
point. l couldn't lay my finger on just
what It was till he borrowed all my
money one day and skipped. Does be
take you out much?"
Stella flushed.
HE hasn't yet" she confessed lame
~. then Jared. "He-he-well, love
GOesn't need such things to show It'll
true"
mo. maybe not. but it helps some
Don't let me throw on the damper
though. amt saying he's not al
right, dearie. hope 90. but
Stella burst into tears and 60unced
to the door.
+ you're horrid." she sobbed. land
Jealous. l won't listen to another word
against him."
On bis next visit. however. she mel