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

myths to him. he vas q citizen Of
the universe. address anywhere.
You must know pretty nearly every
one," Stella whispered admiringly.
He considered a moment while he
adjusted the green jade pin in his
necktie.
Not quite" was his modest admis-
sion.
She sighed and applied the nail buf-
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 M%adylaine. the
heroine Of Loves Last Word"
He came again many times.
There were 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
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 a tree.
His visits became more frequent, 80
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 loveless life Of a
plump manicure lady in a deserted city
Of 5000. 900 population.
He learned. too. of the $500 she had
boarded up against the traditional day
Of Indictment 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 c0nf1ded bis name-Montford Reg
inald McShane. She smiled happily az
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 conided in Rose. her LADY
friend" a %statuesque 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 well for them a.
can do without sleep. What's his
name?''
"Montford," breathed Stella.
And what for desserts"
Reginald McShane."
TOO f1ossy. 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 IL what We
need. Remember what happened to
me?'
She dabbled a fugitive tear. Stella
was 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. / couldn't lay my finger or just
what it was till he borrowed all my
money one day and skipped. Does he
take you out much?"
Stella flushed.
HE hasn't yet" she confessed lame
~, then Jared. "He-he-well, love
Doesn't need such things to show it's
true"
mo, maybe not. but it helps some.
Don't let me throw on the damper,
though. l amt saying he's not all
right, dearie. l hope SO, but
Stella burst into tears and founced
to the door.
you're horrid." she sobbed, land
Jealous. l won't listen to another word
against him."
On biz next visit: however. she met