The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1914-05-08
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"Mr. Hayden" remarked Magee
fare We to hear from your
Hayden heSitated and looked for Z
moment into the black eyes Of Nyra
Thornhill.
my idea has often been contradict.
ed" he said, keeping his gaze on the
girl; 1T may be again. But to me
the greatest In the world is
the Of money m~aking-dOl.
lar piling on dollar in the vaults Of the
man who started with a ~shoestring
and hope aud nerve. l see him fight.
Ing for the first thOusand-and then
see his pile growing. slowly ut first
Observation-Disclosures a motor.
car brings him to his office, and men
speak his name with awe In the
streets"
Money" commented Miss Thorn.
hill cOntemptuously. What an idea
of romance for a mani!
81 did not expect" replied Hayden,
that my definition would pass unchal-
lenged. My past experiences he
looked meaningly at the girl-"had led
A4C " DC PlCp0ACN loA IA0I. Ouk ~ ~
my definition-I spoke the truth. You
must give ME credit for that"
81 amt one to blame you," sneered
Cargan, 'for. wanting it noticed when
you do sidestep a lie. Yes, l certain
ly"-
"See here, Cargan," blazed Hayden.
Eyes, you did speak the TRUTH" put
in Miss Thornhill hastily. You men,
toned one word in your definition. 1t
was a dissertation to drag it in-hope.
For me means ~Only-hOpe.
And I'm afraid there are a pitiful num-
Der in the world to whom it means the
same
man who started all this fuss ver q
little word Mi. Cargan reminded
them.
THAT'S right, deurie," said Mrs. Nor
ton. You got to contribute"
Yes" agreed the girl with the locks
crisped like golden wire," Il will, but
it's hard. Ones ideas change SO rap.
idly. A moment ago il you had said
romance to me l might have babbled
Of shady corners, Of whisperings on
the stair, Of walks down the mountain
in the moonlight or vel on the hotel
balcony" She smiled gayly at Magee.
perhaps tomorrow, too, the word
might a such rapturOus things to
me. But tonight-life is too real and
earnest tonight. Service-Professor
Bolton was right-service is often TO
nance 1t may mea the discovery Of
q serum-it may e 10 cruel . thing
~ the blighting Of .anOther's life rO-
nance" She gazed steadily ut the
stOlid Cargan. 1T may mean putting
an end forever to those picturesque
parades past the window of the little
room on Main street.-the room where
the boys can always find the mayor Of
ReutOn."
Still she gazed steadily into Cargan's
eyes. And with an amused smile the
mayor gazed back.
You wouldn't be 10 cruel As that
he assured her easily; "a nice, attrec-
tive girl like you"
The dinner was at an end. Without
a word the sly little professor rose
from the table and hurriedly ascended
the stairs. Mr.. Magee watched him
disappear and resolved to follow quick
~ on his heels. But first he paused
to give his w version of the word
under discussion.
strange" he remarked, that non
Of you gets the picture l do. Romance
lit Is here-at your feet in Baldpate
inn. A man climbs the mountain to
be alone with his thoughts, to forget
the melOdrama Of life, to get away
from the swift action of the world and
mediate. He is alone for very near
An hour. Then a telephone bell tin
kles and a youth rises out of the dark
to pirate Of a lost Arabella and haber.
dashery. A shot rings out, as the i'm
memorial custom with shots. and in
comes a professor Of comparative lit
erature, with a p%erforation in his der
by hat. A professional hermit arrives
to teach the amateur the fine points
Of the game. A charming maid comes
in-tOO late for b~reakfast-but in plen-
ty of time for walks on the balcony in
the moonlight. The mayor Of a mu-
nicipality c0ndescends to stay for din
ner. A battle in the snow ensues.
There Is q weird talk OLA sum Of
money. More guests arrive. Dark
hints Of a seventh key. Why, bless
you. you needn't stir from Baldpate
inn in search Of your romance"
He crossed the floor hastily and put
one foot On the lower step Of Bald
pate's grand stairway. He kept it
there. For from the shadows of the
landing Professor Bolton emerged, his
blasted derby nce more on his head,
his OvercOat buttOned tight, his ear
mufs in place, his travelling bag and
green umbrella In tow.
"What, professor" cried Msgee.
you're leaving"
Now. truly, the end Of the drama
had come. Mr.. Magee felt his heart
beat wildly.
YES" the old man was saying Slow
~. Il Am shout to leave. The deci-
sion came suddenly. I am sorry to
90. Certainly l have enjoyed these