The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1915-07-16

them. But there was one girl. I'll UNDER
line that. I guess. I'll write It.: TAs Oss
GtrL. Well. when she saw the blood
squirting out In Jets that were sending me
to kingdom come In a hurry. she didn't
scream or faint or even run. Anyhow.
she didn't run away. for l have a MEM
DRY OF seeing her darling toward me.
heard q little cry from her. a pitiful kind
OF cry. I wondered why she cried out
like that. For my part I didn't seem to
care much about what might happen to
me. But she did. She moved like light
ming. with not a wasted movement. In q
second she had ready a long strip Of
white cloth torn from her petticoat.
which she bound around my arm above
the wound. The half Of my walking
stick. which was lying broken beside me,
was seized by her and thrust through
the bandage to serve as lever in the tour
niquet. 1t seemed to me two seconds
from the time I first saw her until the
jumping blood flow ceased. It may DOS
slbly have been as much as six seconds,
l suppose. Not one more. l swear! And
she stayed by me till l was safe In the
ambulance. She saved my life.
But there's more han that to 1t. Oh,
infinitely more! Nobody will ever see
this book. 80 I may As we'll get what re-
lief l can by putting my confession in
NAhO = VI Stdk i v IL IldU0
the confession already-when 1 wrote 1t
In capitals and underlined: The One Gtrt.
Thats the truth Of the matter. Seems
~funny-that little girl l never said a word
to In my life and only saw for a few
seconds. Just the same. she pumped
right into my heart as no woman ever
did before or will again. She stays by
me In memory. When I shut my eyes l
see her. every line Of her face, the light
In her ewes YoS oho'o tho ,,,oroo~
for me. that girl. Anybody might think
it foolish Of me to love a girl Of whom
| know nothing. But the fact is know
all about her. Her face has taught me
all l need to know-her eyes tell me
things. wonderful things, beautiful things,
things l had never dreamed.
Just the beauty of her would be enough
to excuse any man for adoring her. Why.
her face was like a flower, only a thou
sand times ~lovelier. so dainty In its lines.
so delicate in its coloring. 80 pure in it's
expression. And those glorious ey es, deep
blue. like the sky when it's bluest! But,
after all. beautiful as her face was, It
was a deeper beauty that went TO my
heart In the first glance at her, that has
burned In my heart ever SINCE. will burr
there while my heart beats. I know. 1t
was the soul of her that called to my
soul. Did she know. that her soul called
to mine there In those few moments Of
our meeting? Did she know? Oh. she
must ave known.
There. I've rhapsodized enough on pm
per. though I'll keep it up in my thoughts
whenever l think Of her. which is pretty
close to all the time. And to think that
l don't even NOW her name. All my own
seeking and that Of the sleuths / employ
ed. fruitless. But somewhere. somehow.
I'll ind her. I must. That's destiny.
That was the end Of the passage.
The Master Mind sat erect and cast
the book from him with 4 hoarse CRY
Of triumph. His eyes giittered in sav.
49, delight: his ilps bent to 4 mocktna
sAAsa n Wales Was ramaQaala0 equal.