The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1922-06-29

He sends you one thousand dollars.
He says he started In business on one
half that amount. He does not en-
courage me to believe that he will do
anything further for you, but, + pre-
sune your success or failure would be
a test as to that" ~ -.
$50 the mean old hunks has loosened
up at last, has hep rallied Lester.
'r'm going to do things up brown"
he secretly Wanted. It'll give Viola
the time OF her life. Old Morse has
4 neat plum Of a fortune and she's a
stake worth playing for"
= The foolish young man did what
many a ca1low youth similarly circum-
stanced had done before him., There
were new suits Of clothes, some gor-
geous neckties, a diamond pin and q
removal from his former modest lfv-
ing quarters to a suite in the principal
hotel of the place.
A note came for Viola one morning
inviting her to drive over to a theater
party at a nearby city In my new
sport car" and Martin alluded to the
high social standing of some Of the
others who would make up the party.
Martin was very much put out to
receive a courteous but definite reply
to the effect that Viola had a previous
engagement.
That evening Viola did indeed keep
an engagements village musicale,
and Neal Dorman saw her home and
his excellent company somewhat
atoned for what Viola had missed.
For a week Martin sulked and did
not come nea the Morse home. One
afternoon he drove up to the place in
his elegant car. 1t was one he had
leased for a month, but he did not tell
that.
1t was a pleasant enough drive, al
though Martin rather disguised her
with his boasting of all the money he
was spending. Just as they were pass
ing a bridge the car turned over.
"Oh, dear-take care" warned Viola.
Martin leaped free Of the vehicle.
This upset, spilling Viola to the
ground. A cry of pain came from
Viola's lips.
"HurtY' inquired Martin.
81 fear my ankle is sprained. Oh,
Mr.. Martin, I feel so faint won't you
try to get me home to motherT
"Why, Miss Morse!" cried an INK
ious voice, and running a wheelbarrow
filled with bags before him Neal Dor
man appeared on the scene. II saw
the accident. Tell me-are you In
1ured?"
Viola explained weakly and pleaded
to be taken home. In a trice Dorman
had arranged the empty bags upon the
wheelbarrow.
1T may not be very comfortable" he
explained.
"Never mind that I am in such pain,
/ want to e mother"
Meals heart beat nightly as, trans.
ferring that dainty form to the bar
row, Viola's soft hands clasped his
neck.
He called at the Morse home the
next morning to learn good news the
moment he opened the garden gate.
Viola was seated upon the porch con-
versing with her mother, therefore
improved. These words foated to the
ears Of the blameless listener!
AFTER yesterdays experience with
Mr.. Martin, mother, Of course never
before that, still no, for-1 love an
other"
And, casting his mind about to solvt
, this riddle Of love, Neal Dormar
guessed it out that he was a favored
one, indeed.
He found it out to a surety before
he parted with Viola that morning.
There were no further remittances
for Martin when that first thousand
had been dissipated. Wedding bells
were ringing the evening he slipped
away from town, In debt and out Cd
sorts, but they did not chime for him.