The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1921-07-21

C isll. western Nswspapsr unio.
y FREDERICK CLARKE

John Brett was III tie seventh
heaven Of happiness on Saturday
morning, and there were three dis
tinct contributing causes. First, 1t
was Saturday, and he did not have to
50 to work that day; second, his new
suit had come home; third, and i'm.
measurably greater, though In 4 meas
ure bound up with reason two. he had
received 9 letter from Georgia Gaines.
Yes, ] shall be in town Saturday,
but only for q couple OF hours she
wrote. And then, perhaps, / shall
answer the question you want to ask
me-k you decide to ask it. l shall
arrive about ten o'clock, shall do my
shopping ct -, shall expect you out
side"
Reason two turned to gall. ana
wormw0od. The suit did not ct.
tn take 1t to the circus-Tl give
It to Aarcelline, the clown" he solil-
oquized, when the first burst of anger
had spent itself. mo, ] WON'T, either.
] feel so fine today-here, Bill"
The janitor looked up from the
yard at the man In the window.
Here's q new suit for you" cried
Brett, and flung the garments down
to him. Then, after donning his or
binary attire, with a little sigh for a
lost impression, he finished his break
fast and went downtown.
Nov, where are we to meet?' he
asked himself q little later, and felt
for the letter. His pockets were empty.
He rushed back and summoned the
janitor. 1--WE Got to have the letter
I left in that coat" he explained.
Hurry, Bill, or I'll miss an important
engagement"
The janitor looked sheepish. "Why,
Mr.. Brett" he stammered, I'll
haven't got it now. I let it go"
"You sold It, you mean" cried Brett.
"Where1"
"Why, Mr.. Brett, I've had some deal
ings with Mr.. Peterman's Misft Par
lors on Fourteenth street, and"
John Brett waited not an instant,
but, hurrying out of the house, leaped
abroad q moving car, and Is minutes
later found him at his destination.
"You bought q suit this morning"
he explained. "A brownish tweed.
It" atl .. MI.
"Oh, sure, l remember" said the
proprietor affably. "That suit 1 just
sold not three minutes ago to-say,
young Teller, you hurry down that
street and you'll meet it walking away
on a biggish man, but thin
II bet he was thin," muttered John,
hurrying out of the store.
John Brett ran up to him.
you've just bought that suit at Pc
terman's," he painted. II want to get
a letter out of the inside pocket. T."
letter. inquired the ascetic cheer
lessly. "Why-I thought that was the
letter my wife gave me to post. I'm
sorry, but it's in that letter box"
John felt like murder, but at that
very moment q postman stepped
across the street, whistling briskly,
and unlocked the box. John inter-
vened. 80 n ..-at ~
"Postman," he said, there's a let
ter in there posted by mistake"
you'll have to go to the post Office
department if you want it before it's
delivered" the postman answered.
Does money talk?" inquired John.
waving a ten-dollar bill in the air.
"Well, I amt against free speech"
answered the other, taking the bill
and handing John the letter. He
seized 1t, and then, SO great was the
reaction, he was unable to open It for
several moments. At last he did SO.
It was the bill for the suit, which
the tailor had enclosed in the inside
pocket. And he must have left GeOr-
gia's letter at home after all!
He tore the letter into q hundred
pieces and then, very slowly, with
down-hanging head, he walked down
Fourteenth street.
He would 60 home, he would write
to Georgia and tell her what an ass
he had been-no, he would take the
first train to her home and crave for
giveness. At the thought he swung
round, nearly colliding with a young
and attractive lady, and started in
the direction of the terminal. But be.
fore he had gone three steps he felt
q touch On his arm and looked around.
well, you are rude, running away
from me like that" she said petu.
lantly. ST."
Georgia I" exclaimed John Brett.
well, didn't you expect to meet
me? Didn't you come here for that
purpose? And didn't you get my let
! ter appointing this placer"
what place, Georgian John NUT.
tered.
Why. this place." said Georgis
sharply. "Peterman's Misfit Parlors
John, II you don't prove to me in.
stantly that You haven't been drink
ing 7 may change my answer"