The Tomahawk. [volume] (White Earth, Becker County, Minn.) 1903-192?, 1918-06-13

quite calculating manner the nexr
day to have his name proposed at the
Founders club by a friend who he
lOnged. Needless to say, no one op-
posed his admission. He was perfect;
eligible, and unattached, good-looking
bachelors were at premium. Then
began the really hard part Of the men,
bership-that of securing an introduc-
ton to Martha. BOwden attended ev-
cry evening function at the club, and
as many afternoon ones as he could
manage to, without actually giving up
his business career. The three hum
dred and fifty-fve dollars that he had
estimated would cover his expenses for
the first year of course fell far below
the actuality. This did not include
tickets to the various benefit entertain
ments held at the clubrooms, nor did
it include meals and refreshments
there, nor tips. And all the time that
Bowden was spending his money there
We're no signs of Martha.
One day he dropped in the clubrooms
on his way from his office-as a mat
ter of fact to try to recover an uu1-
brella he had left there at the last eve
ming entertainment. 1t was dark in
the entrance hall where the check boys
sat, and it was not until he became &C.
customed to the subdued light that he
recognized Martha sitting there. She
was alone, and she was lingering the
pages of small note book. Bowden
found it imperative for him to take
seat on the other side of the hall to
look over some notes in his own pocket.
From time to time he looked up ut
Martha. She was the same delightful
girl and there was the same air Of per-
feet grooming about her. He would
never have noticed the blemish in the
grooming, had it not been for her quick
effort to cover up the wrists of both
her hands at the same time. Then he
saw that over each was fastened, and
kept in place by metal paper clip, a
large sheet of copy paper, such as his
own stenographer used to keep from
getting office CRIME on fresh blouse.
Martha had removed her cuffs in haste,
but Bowden caught the movement.
Then the check boy, who was at the
telephone, spoiled Martha's little game
Of .pretension. "Here's a message for
Mrs. Snodgrass' secretary" he said,
and Martha had to take 1t. In her
confusion at doing so she let fall the
little notebook that she had been fin
gering. Bowden seized it, and on the
absurd pretext of wishing to see to
whom it belonged, he read the name Of
Martha Tuffle. It was absurd that he
did not restore it to her until she had
left the clubhouse and he had followed
her half a block down the street.
Il have seen you before" he said.
And she did not deny that she had also
noticed the coincidence Of the frequent
"And thought you belonged
to the Founders club"
II pretended did," she said, shat
first day. wanted you to think did,
and now you'll dislike me because I've
posed to be something I was not"
''And I have been pretending, too,"
he said. "I've been pretending that I
could afford to belong to this club,
when I couldn't. WANTED to know you
and I wanted you to think that I had
as much money as the other men who
belong"
"Then we're both pretending" she
said.
"But if we hadn't pretended" he
said, tive would never have met" It
seemed as they walked along in the
spring dusk, that they had always
known each other, and BOwden Pain
was already feeling relief at the
thought that his annual dues and other
incidentals would not have to be paid
for next year.. He also looked with
more specific interest at the objective
Of his savings. He took the girl be-
side him into his confidence. sand 1t
is better-and more like the Pains
not to marry a woman with money.
You knew from the first how 1t was to
be?"
And Martha's low answer in the
dusk satisfied him.
FINDS HER PLAN WORKS WELL