The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1914-01-16

bruins against a lawyer or
high standing in his profess
sion when she had entered the tele
phone booth. which had been installed
In an extra closet of her bedroom for
the sake Of greater privacy on occa-
sion. During her absence from the
drawing room Carson again came into
the apartment seeking her. On being
told by Aggie rs to Mary'S where
abouts he sat down to await her re-
turn. listening without much interest
to the chatter of the adventures. The
maid appeared and said:
"There's a girl wants to see Miss
Turner"
"She says it's important. guess
the poor things in hard luck from the
look of her." the kindly Fannie added.
"Oh. then. she'll be welcome. of
cOurse!' Aggie declared, and Carson
nodded in acquiescence. Tell her to
come in and wait. Fannie. Miss Turn
er will be here right away" She turn
ed to Carson as the maid left the
room. Mary sure is III easy boob"
she remarked cheerfully. Bless her
soft heart"
A minute later Il girl perhaps twen-
ty years of age stepped Just within
the doorway and stood there with eyes
downcaSt after one swift. furtive
glance about her. Her whole appear.
ance was that of detection. Her soil
ed black gown, the cringing posture,
the pallor of her face, proclaimed the
abiect misery of her state.
"Are you Miss Turner?" she asked
in a voice broken by nervous dismay.
"Really. | am very sorry" Aggie re-
piled primiy. but | am only her cou-
sin. Miss Agnes Lynch. But Miss
Turner is likely to be back any min
ute now"
"Can | waltz" came the timid ques
ton.
"Certainly." AGgie answered hospi-
tabIy. please sit down.
AS the girl obediently sank down on
the nearest chair Carson addressed
her sharply. so that the visitor started
uneasily at the unexpected ound.
'YOu don't know Miss Turner?"
mo" came the faint reply.
'"Then. what do you want to see her
about?"
'She once helped a girl friend of
mine. and | thought thought
"YOu thought she might help you"
Carson interrupted.
You have been in stir-prison, |
mean" A~@ie hastily corrected the
lapse into underworld slang.
Came Il distressed muttering of as
sent from the girl.
The conversation was put to an end
by the entrance of Mary, who stopped
short on seeing the limp figure mud
died in the chair.
"a visitor. Agnes?' she inquired.
At the sound of her voice the girl
looked up and spoke with some degree
of energy.
You're Miss Turner" she question
ed.
Eyes" Mary said. Her words rang
kindly and she smiled encouragement.
A gasp burst from the white lips of
the girl. and she covered as one strick-
en- physically
"Mary Turner! Oh. my God. T.
She hid her face within her arms and
sat bent until her head rested on her
knees in an abasement of misery.
Vaguely startled by the hysterical
outburst from the girl. Mary's immedi-
ate thought was that here was a pitt
full instance of one suffering from star
vatiop.
"Joe.'' she directed rapidly. have
Fannie bring a glass of milk with an
egg and a little brandy in it. right
away"
The girl In the chair was shaking
sOundlessly under the stress Of her
emotions. A few disjointed phrases
fell from her quivering lips.
81 didn't know-Oh. I %cOuldn't!'
"Don't try to talk just now" Mary
warned. reasSuringly. wait until
you've bad something to eat"
Aggie. who had observed develop
ments closely. now lifted her voice In
tardy lamentations over her own stu
pidity.
"why. the poor gawk's hungry" she