The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-01-30

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raising her book she threw it. at the
figure. Death to all the Sioux
Ilene turned scarlet when Harold
Montague stepped into the room, with
an amused smile on his handsome
! face.
81 beg your pardon. l didn't mean
to brighten you"
"Oh, it was my fault. thought it
was my brother" llene FASTENED to
explain. You see, he went to shut
the barn doors and cautioned me to
throw my book if the Sioux should ap.
pear. / thought it was he trying to
brighten me-"
Il understand, Miss Sheldon.
must admit you good shot, but ]
caught the book before il could do any
damage"
If Ilene had looked well to Harold
Montague when she stepped off the
train she looked even better now. In
a soft white dress, with her crown OF
bright hair she was a picture, and
Harolds eyes plainly said so.
"You are Mr.. Montague,s brother?
He was telling me last night the mis-
take made in addressing MY letter
to you. Here is George now llene
was secretly very much relieved.
When they were all seated Harold
began: Donald has made me his er-
rand boy" He did not think it neces-
sary to tell them that lie had offered
his services, much to Mrs. Montague's
amusement. $50, of course, my first
duty is to deliver my message. Fa
Their Burke arrived about an hour ago
there will be Mass tomorrow. Donald
thought you. would want to go, SO
came down to tell YOU"
''How kind of you,"' exclaimed llene
1--WE did want to her Mass SO badly .
The three chatted and laughed un-
til finally Harold rose and babe them
goodnight He made a. resolution to
be a frequent caller, even if he were
compelled to brave a shower of books
every time.
i Mrs. Montague and Ilene became
the greatest of friends, for that gentle
cultured lady, deprived of companions
by her western ranch home, had at
once taken the lonely young girl to
her heart.
/ The little white house had fire.
quent visitor in Harold Montague, and
there were few places in the neighbor.
hood that had not been explored by
Ilene and Harold Gu thkir Tong Sun.
day Afternoon, rides. George, for some
strange reason, was inclined TO stay at
Ehqme. Ilene accused him of wanting
that time to write a letter that sped
eastward every week. AS for Harold.
many an ambitious but unsuccessful
mother decided that the inlpregnable
young man was at last captured.
Ilene was very busy and very happy
and the days sped swiftly. Christmas
came and went, with its flying visit
home, and spring was just. arriving
One blustery March day the mail
brought a long-lookedfor Year Book
from her dear old Alma Mater. Think
ing to read it i'll her spare moments
llene brought it TO school the next
morning. That night the book was
forgotten, and Ilene did. not think OF
it. until she. and George were seated
by the library table, reading. George
tired from an unusually hard days
work, had fallen asleep with his book
Oh his lap. Ilene slipped on her coat
aud started for the schoolho1se.
Its moonlight and just little way
and I'm not q bit afraid. I do want
to read it SO badly" and she sped over
THE ground and was soon at the school
t:house. a. 49,
4. AS she passed the window SHE heard
voices, and her heart seemed ITO stol
beating. Her first impulse was to rur
back to the house, but on second
Thought she Slipped noiselessly to the
window and looked illf Three men
with their backs to her were sitting
on top of the desks. Her courage re
turned when she caught a glimpse Of
their faces and saw them to- be men
! from Donald Montague;s ranch. A lit
tie puzzled, she was just turning tc
go home, when the words she heard
froze her to the spot. r.
81 tell you,, we've got ito do away
with that young Montague entirely
If we didn't he'd never rest until he
had the whole bunch of us cornered.'
! Il can't help but like the young
chap" protested one. WED have
time to make a good getaway before
l." So
Now, Bill, harden up. You know
very well what kind of a man he is
If you value your own neck you'd
better stop liking him.
His room is above the bank, you
said," put in the third quietly. He's