The Bozeman courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1919-1954, 1926-12-03

Of these boxes may have something in"
i've tried most Of them the young
man answered, fretfully.
Harry. FOulds, with his superior height,
pulled down a few from the top shelves.
There was little of consolation, however, to
be derived from an inspection of their con-
tents.
did Sammy sign anything? ?" he asked.
Have you got the stock sheets 2"
The young man shook his head.
L don't know why we fools in London"
he said bitterly, .'belieYe that every one
with a country accent must be honest.
However, there it is. He took the stock
sheets away with him-wanted to make q
copy, he Said-prOmised we should have
them by post yesterday-and all he signed
was a receipt for the two hundred pounds
1 gave him for the stock n the good will
of the business"
Hes lone you brown" Harry Foulds
pronounced.
He's a brute" the girl sobbed.
The horse dealer departed upon his
daily business, which appeared to consist
chiefly of a disparaging examination of
various quadrupeds offered him for sale,
and a similar belaudatiOn of others which
he had for disposal, the program varied by
occasional drinks. He returned to Mel
hampton toward evening, richer in pocket,
and only slightly unsteady. Attracted by
the single gas jet burning in the little
tObacconists shop, he paused, and thrust
in his head and shoulders.
"Well, how are the babes in the wood?"
he asked, cheerfully,
The young woman, who had recovered
some part Of her spirits, made a grimace
at him.
"Great run on the stock-aImost cleaned
out" she declared. You're Just in time
to buy four ounces Of stale Honeydew, or a
silver mounted pipe, a little furnished, with
a chip in the bowl"
Harry Foulds stepped into the shop.
with his hands in his pockets.
Come on" he said. 1--WE had a good
: day. Let's see what you've got to SELL"
Pot hn nnd khn - - 49, .Aa- T. L1-a-
element, the latter flirting worldly, the
, horse dealer, in his clumsy fashion, not
slow to respond. Presently the newly
Established tObaccOnist, who. with frequent
ing through some dusty papers at The
:, other end of the counter, left them and
z made his way into the little room behind.
"Is he jealOus?' Harry FOulds asked
moving his head in the direction of the
p closed door.
The young woman shook her head.
"He,d better not try to be-" she replied
BESIDES. with me he knows it's all Jolly
ing, she added, glancing up at her pros.
= somehow OF other"
: You've got to treat me different from
u the Others" Harry Foulds insisted.
II "And why?" she demanded, pertly.
well, I was your first customer, FOL
- one thing" he reminded her.
J. "And for another he went on. 'be
cause I'm coming in to buy something
ST every udY.
n "A box Of matches a day viii lbe six
pence a week" she said. why, our for
sr tunes madel Wen be getting q motor ca.
before the months outr'
He laid Down a crumpled note upon tn
counter.
s. 'In take the big pipe with the bit o
tin around it." he decided. "I'm buyfnl
. 1t, though you can't kid me that it's silver
p. And four ounces Of your best HOaeydew'
n- She weighed it out quickly, and rubbeI
NJ the pipe for a moment on her black sill
" apron.
Eleven and six the pipe, and two shin
= tngS the tObacco-six and sixpence change,
she reckoned. You're the best eustome
ne we've had today"
"And what do I get for thatq" he asked
= She looked at him i~ntently, her brigh
eyes filled with gentle and tantalizing in
- quiry.
an "If a boy in the Commercial road ha
got fresh enough to ask me that" sh
remarked, Il should know what to expec
- but here, down In DeVOnshire-"
~ He leaned across the counter, but Sd
~ eiuded him, with a nervous glance at Ii
= You'll have Lenny after YOU" 81
.ro warned him.
sir It'd be worth it." he grinned.
no "Youn be IN tomorrow 2" she asked.
ne plumb certain he promised.
" That was the beginning Of 4 flirtatio
= which excited some mild comment in q
- old fashioned town. The elders Of the Dla,
discussed it now and then at their DAFT
meeting p!ace-the bar parlor Of the Ne
sim thinking" Mr.. scroegsns. the h
H cher, declared, that HarryW have TO-
careful what he's up to. The Lon6onAi
knows all the tricks"
"Itn maybe cost Harry q pretty penny
old Granfer Croc0mbe, the octogenaris
"a and retired dealer Ia cattle apfcaa. su
missed. q bean't a fighting man, thl