The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1921-08-04
Dynamite Aids
Cupid
(@. 1921. western Newspaper Union,
By HAZEL SMITH

HAL. tLdl ! nave COME 10 lHIS ucdu
burg on a fruitless errand. Biddle &
Co., %quarrymen, have burned out. chi
Won't start up for sixty days. No
train out for three hours. Suppose
! 60 out to where he lives, and see II
| cannot get an order out Of him for
future delivery"
No sooner said than done. just be-
yOnd the edge Of q small stream run
ming near a ravine he came. upon a
pretty country house. No one respond.
ed to continuous ringing Of the door
bell. Bruce was about to return town.
wards when he noticed the lutter Of
skirts neal a pretty little cottage on
the same lot. =. .
It was pleasant to the tired traveller
to meet Miss Verona Biddle and know
that her father would return within
an hour. 1t grew ~pleasanter still as
che invited Bruce to rest on q COM
Portable perch seat. which she shared
with him. les ..
II was tidying up the cottage here.
which my married brother and his
family have occupied until today" she
explained. "Papa has just driven them
to the depot. 1t will be lonely for us.
but brothers business called him to u
new location"
1t began to rain shortly, and they
had to go into the house for shelter
just as Mr.. Biddle arrived and joined
them. Bruce handed his business card
to the bluff old quarnyman.
Dynamite, eh?" observed Mr.. Bid.
die. reading the card. "Sorry I can't
give you an order. l might have
taken some for later use, but this big
food has done worse than the fire.
1t continued to rain. Bruce fingered
another hour. Mr.. Biddle went out
and studied the heavy clouds.
"See here" he said, lust make
up your mind to stay with us over
night"
. Bruce glanced at the trim figure and
charming face Of his hostess and made
no demur. He held an umbrella over
Verona while they a for the larger
house. Then the deft little h~ousekeep-
er busted herself preparing supper.
They had just concluded the eve
ming meal when there came q harsh
rapid jangle at the telephone. Mr..
Biddle answered the call. He instant.
ly dropped the receiver and ran for
his hat. ..,,.
'It's comet" he announced In q tone
Of deep concern-"the dam has broken
and the flood Is on. Can you help
me a bit, Mr.. BruceT .-
"Why, surely" acceded Bruce
promptly.
The young salesman knew little
about foods as he assisted his host
In getting some cattle from the low
land meadows into the stables.
1--WE must be ready for a dash to
the highlands If this grows worse"
advised his host. "I've been through
this before"
rs it u question of the stream ris-
ing enough to reach the houser in
quired Bruce, with a speculative look
in his eyes.
Just that" was the positive re-
Spouse. 8&
The young salesman returned to the
house and took up his satchel. He
had studied the contour Of the sur
r0undings and he knew his business.
Mr.. Biddle and his daughter were
standing on the porch wondering
what had become of their guest. Ten
minutes went by, then half an hour.
Crash la terrific explosion ratified
the windows Of the house. As father
and daughter stood petrified with
Amusement, Bruce zane into view
bearing the empty satchel in one hand
a battery apparatus in the other.
"Look at your creek now" he spoke
in something of a tone of triumph.
"You are a practical man." was the
comment Of Mr.. Biddle, as he did LOOK
and was told what had caused the
water to recede.
II simply blew out the ravine wall.
explained Bruce. ",The dynamite dir
1t. There's a vent now that may ill
up the ravine. but you won't have ans
| food hereabOuts."
So practical a man was Bruce. in
deed, that Mr.. Biddle offered him tht
SUPPLEMENTARY Of his plant when he
started up again.
So sensible was Bruce, that he pro
posed to Verona within a month. mar
ried her in two, and the pretty cot
tage had new occupants.