The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1917-07-12

Il am Marcus Randolph" spoke
our hero in his open ingenious way
land before I drive to Paxton yon
shall be delivered safely to your home
and friends. Wish I were one OF
them!" whispered Marcus softly tc
himself, as the charm Of the girlish
face stood out b~ewitchingly in the
murky depot atmosphere.
"Oh, no, indeed Ia stranger-im.
position" Delicious murmurs swept
the hearing Of the impressionable
young man, who declared he could do
no business at Paxton until the morn.
ing and would be glad to take a spin
and 'get acquainted with the country"
The automobile arrived in the course
Of an hour. BY this time the marooned
ones had become quite we'll acquaint-
ed. The chauffeur al directed across
the country for the Deane home.
zone mile more and-oh, how can
I ever thank you" Miss Deane had
Just said, when grind! snap! the ma
chine was brought to a sudden halt.
"Driving gear snapped" explained
the chauffeur, after an inspection. "Tll
have to get towed to Paxton"
81 can walk the rest of the way"
explained Eleanor eagerly, and Mar
Gus, after settling with the chauffeur,
took up his grip and the precious box
and set out as a loyal escort to his
charming companion.
FRIDAY, the thirteenth !" solilo-
quized Marcus, as he surveyed the
wrecked machine-"unlucky day."
"Friday, the thirteenth, glorious
day!" he added with rapture, as he
felt the clinging, contented clasp Of
the dainty hand of his companion on
his arm. E.s. s.
"Home" exulted Eleanor, as they
came in sight of a large country house
an agfow with hight, even the grounds,
where some men were stringing fes-
toons Of v~ari-colored lanterns. "And
If it were not for you I could never
have got home in time to dress for the
party! oh, there is papa looking for
me-"
Marcus halted to bid Miss Deane
adieu and go on his way. In her i'm
petuous way Eleanor seized his arm.
my loyal knight Grant must not
desert me at the threshold of well
comet" she cried. "Papa, this is Mr..
Marcus Randolph, and he has placed
us under the greatest Obligation" and
she made Marcus fairly blush as she
detailed his gallant services in her be-
halt.
"You are welcome, SIR" spoke Mr..
Deane. Eleanor, you have not much
time to prepare for your friends. They
will soon be here, I will care for our
guest"
Marcus demurred, but weakly. The
royal welcome of the ~big-hearted Mr..
Deane went so far as to insist upon
his remaining to a social function of
the evening and until the next morn.
ing. It was fortunate hat Marcus had
his suit case with him. Conveyed to
q DON by his host, he reappeared in
fresh garb. He stood fascinated as
he was shown into beautifully dec
Grated drawing oom where Eleanor
stood, the queen of the evening. She
resembled some airy, fairy sprite of
ethereal loneliness.
welcome to my birthday party, sir
knight" replied Eleanor.
"Your birthday, Friday, the thir
teenth?" irresistibly uttered Marcus.
'Why, what a coincidence-1t is my
birthday also" .
"Your birthdayT' she repeated, and
a new bond of fellowship seemed CO.
mented between them.
And her lovely eyes told how well
she liked this strangely met comrade,
and his told her in turn that into the
realm of their hoodoo-garnished &C
Quaintance the light Of q mutual love
was SURF to dawn!