The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1915-11-04
SYNOPSIS.

CHAPTER I-Deprayne, a young
bachelor of Independent means,
has been ordered on a trip around
the world as a last chance to
his shattered health. On his lazy tour
through Europe, he crosses the trail
several times of a beautiful girl who
exerts an odd fascination over him,
but whose face he has never quite
seen. He loses her trail in Cairo.
where, in the hope Of adventure, he
Joins a young scientist bound for u
remote corner Of the South Seas. The
young scientist, while at a hotel IN
Cairo, has found a diary lost by some
xirl-a document which reveals an al
Turing personality, but gives no hint
Of the writer's name.
CHAPTER I1-Oddly enough, in De-
prayne's mind, the girl of the diary
and the other girl-the n who has
fascinated him, but whose face he has
never seen, begin to haunt his dreams
as a single person.
CHAPTER III.
A Night Of Tragedy.
At last, running back to the start,
we tracked him down, and with his
discovery came disappointment. l had
realized that she had been dressing a
mere lay-figure in garments Of ideal
lied manhood, and endowing an I'M
known with a panoply of the chival-
ric to which he could probably lay no
rightful claim. Still, it was discon-
certing to realize that he had, in the
flesh. contributed absolutely nothing
20 the picture.
She had simply devised, from the
whole cloth of IMAGINATION, a collab-
orative sum of Galahad the Pure, and
Richard the Lion Hearted. She had
seen him only Once-from the side
lines of a Yale-Harvard football game.
He was playing with the Crimson, n
she was at the impressionable age.
There was the whole meager fOunda-
ton for his apotheosis.
She did not state the year, but she
rave the score, and by that | identi-
fed the occasion.
81 devoutly pray" I confided to
young Mansfield" that she never meets
him. She has fed herself on dreams.
I hone she doesn't wake up"
Mansfield promptly took up the un-
known hero's defense. He invariably
held a brief for the idealist.
"Why do you assume that he's a
bounder?" he demanded, almost re
sentfully. Gle may be all she thinks"
81 don't assume anything" | retOrt-
ed; "but I happened to play on that
team myself, and | am compelled to
admit, though with chagrin, that we
had arong US no knights from Ar
thurs Round Table. Warriors of fe-
rocitv we had-yOung gentlemen who
played the game to the lasting glory
of John Harvard-bu this letter-per-
feet tvpe of chivalry, valor, and gen
tleness-well, Pm afraid he failed to
make the team"
You remember the story of Bruce
and the spider? In his ermine, sur
rounded by his stalWart barons, ROD
ert would probably have learned no
lesson from the waving Of gossame1
webs. Alone and in peril, it taught
him how to conquer.
To us, alone and in peril, this diary
assumed an epocbal Importance Ell
tirely disproportionate to it's face val
lie. ever came to the illogical belle
that the girl who had walked out O
Shepheard's Hotel as though the ter
race were cloud paved was the SANE
as she who had written these things
OF course there were many topics
which we might have discussed to oil
vert our minds from morbidly watch
ing the cloud of impending muffin.
spread and grow inky. But the CLIQUE
was present and human, and the diar'
was present and human, and we wer'
present and human.
Whether or not we were creature
of atrophied brains and distorted v
sions is an academic question Tn
fact remains. For us there was ger
uine relief in turning from the MIA
~ hroodinp which overhung tn