The Bozeman courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1919-1954, 1927-05-06
THE STORY SO FAR

financial advantage, has become a husband
hunter. She has tried this through being a
movies, and She has had her eye on Charles
Mercer, a sporting editor. At a ball game
who to her surprise had an ugly facial
scar, which, it develops, he received in an
develops, is Mutt" They grow sentimental
upon a very short acquaintance.
And now the story
Drawn without her will, resistlessly.
she lifted her eyes and looked at him.
There was something strange in the
glance that passed from her eyes to his.
1t might have belonged to the present
but it seemed to AVE been detached from
some long gone intimate past. She was
poWerless to withhold it-or stop blush
ing.
That night when she reached her room
n put u the lights quickly and,
stretching herself on the bed, lay there
for long moments, her hands clenched at
her sides. She remembered the things
that he had enumerated to her as max
ing a man a success, and gave a little
bitter laugh. She repeated the word Fri
dtculous" several times.
. What's ridiculous?" asked a voice from
the doorway.
Nancy lifted her head. The girl in the
next room who worked in a jewelry estab-
lishment CROPPED her way toward the bed
and sat down. What is ridiculous?" she
repeated.
"Life!" stated Nancy platitudinously
then she added. "Oh, Essie, why are the
poor ones always so niece"
Poor what?" asked the girl in the next
room practically.
The husband hunter did not answer.
She pressed her face into the pillow.
with his scar-and his stammer n his
awful name" she Whispered Indignantly
tits absolutely ridiculous!"
But Mr.. Albert Mutt refused to admit
his suit ridiculous. She found him rather
a hard man to drop!
She had managed to hit, however, on g
rather clever little ruse to keep him. away
from the ball grounds. Nearly every
weekend she made an engagement to &C
to the matinee with him and Saturday
morning at ten she called him up from
the office to say that she had been de-
tanned by some work, but that if he could
wait around she might possibly join hin
later.
At three she called him from the Pole
Grounds to say that she had found i
impossible to finish, but that he NIGH
call for her at her boarding house a.
eight o'clock and take her out some
where for the evening.
Mr.. Albert Mutt had been called out o
town for the weekend; and, finishing hi
business sooner than he had anticipated
returned to town at half past n Satur
day afternoon INC fastened to the tele
phone to call Nancy up at the Office, onl.
to discover that she had already left 70
the afternoon. The communicative CIR
at the other end of the wire informed
him that Miss Trainor was never at tn
office Saturdays-she always made a prac
tice of going out to the ball grounds. I
you don't find her there I don't knov
where on earth you will find her." shl
informed him, hanging up the receiver
1t was quite late when he reached tn
Polo rounds and the only seat h
/ Gould aor1- rrynn IN 4T,n TngnrT0d cor
ton. It was in the reserved section
he remembered, that he had first me
her. She had worn a thin, dark blu
dress then, covered with little printe
scrolls or cowslips, or something-h
didn't know which. He remembered onl
that her white arms and neck had shon
through the thin material like marbl
through a fog. How gentle and refined
unworldly, she had looked. The leas
that he could do was to suspend judg
ment-refrain from judging too harshl,
There were so many explanations sh
could make-so many she had a right t
make.
A girl three seats below him ha
broken a string of beadsl A familiarit
in the little tinkling sound startled hin
There was a great craning forward {
notwithstanding of backS-eXclamatioI
Of sympathy. He arose mechanically
: his feet and moved forwards if draw
. ny q AAAU54NC1s
A prosperous, blowsy looking your
: man was handing the major part Of
q broken necklace to a small, slim girl
{ a dark dress, who was holding a lit
silk bag open to receive it.
: Mr.. Albert Mutt, chief salesman fl
: Merchant 81 Merchant. g~entlemen's necl
4 ties, suddenly turned pale. His hea
!. gave a great leap-stood still, and the
began to pound again like an abrupt
: cranked machine.
do you drop them every Saturday
! he asked bitterly that night whe1l, unah
to keep away, he called for her and tn
turned from the facetious crowd on t
- boarding house steps toward the avenJ
do you drop them the same way-eve
i Saturday."
He almost wished when he had ask
= the question that she woul refuse
- answer, that she would leave him yet
little longer in miserable ignorance. Spa
q herself and him the ugly revelations til
the innate honesty in him made him {
s. mand.
A spot Of shamed red burned on
: cheeks at the insinuation in his vol