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• Kendall, Montana, September 22, 1903 WHEN THE. GEESE GO FLYING. When the geese go fl3 Ina northward where the clear blue waters are, Whet, you hear them, like old ladies blithe - 13 gossiping afar. When they pass eon nappIng, flapping up against the slanting sky. Laughing do . wn defiance at you, as you stop to watch them fly, How the old, wild ir,nging haunts you, how the old scenes rise in view Where the world was wide and peaceful and the simple friends were true. When the geese go flying no-thward where the lakes, kissed by the sun, Laugh in glad anticipation, oh. for free- dom and a gun! Oh, to fling away ambition and go Journey- ing afar From the forges and the markets where the weary people are— To go stumbling through the briars and across the hills again, Caring nothing for the future or the things that worry men. There is something sweet and luring in the mellow breeze that blows bown among the old gray stubble. where they stand in slanting rows, There is something in the murmur of the stream that hurries on Through the rushes like the whisper of a spirit that is gone— Like a whispered Invitation to go roam- ing free and far. 'When the geese go flying northward where the sky-b:ue waters are. —8. E. Kuser, in et:eago Times Herald. TWO IN AN AUTO By William Perry Brown. _I __ I I (Copyright, 151, by Authors Syndicate ) UOLTAIRE having gone lame at the y hurdles the day before, his mas- ter was taking a morning walk instead ef a ride, when he met Miss Hearst in an auto. lie raised his hat and evinced a disposition_ to stop, whereupon the lady gave the steering gear such a vigorous twist that the machine seemed determined to c4ase Eskridge off the sidewalk and over the fence. \Stop me!\ she called, but before he could move she had accomplished the feat herself with a suddenness that nearly sent her over the dashboard and into his ready arms. \The thing seems tender mouthed,\ said he. - You're too hard on the bit.\ \It's nay first trip alone,\ she ex- plained, turning the auto in a jerky, hesitating way, as the power was nervously applied or shut off, until she drew up beside the curb in ortho- dox fashion. \Great fun, though, this ---this—\ \Motoring euggestsd Eskridge. tentatively. \Motoring!\ Helen's glance was pitying, though her accent hinted at scorn. \Does it look like a street car? To mobe is now the correct form, so Mr. Crandall says.'' \I suppose he has put you on to this new electri-. fad,\ said Eskridge, eye- ing the spick and span automobile as if it were a personal enemy. \Put me on!\ Helen's glance as well as tone were harmoniously contempt- uous now. \How slangy you grow.\ Then in assumed atirprise: \You seem to be walking. Where is Vol ,9 r \W here I suppose 'l ose nd is, in the paddock.\ i Rosamotn was /Ake Heartit's favorite riding p y. \While you and Crandall 'mobe'4 n your horse - less, I suppose I may be allowed to mope on foot.\ Helen looked up and down the av- enue, at the vacant seat by her, then at the gloomy young man on the side- walk. \Mr. Crandall is in the city,\ she responded, demurely enough. - He may be 'motoring' there for what I know—George!\ Eskridge, interpreting Helen's man- ner rather than her words, had Reeled himself beside her l \ it h a celerity that nearly took her breath away. \Hang Crandall,\ he exclaimed, briskly. \You are not to be trusted In one of these things alone. Start up, Nelly.\ But Helen had recovered her dignity as well as composure, and her tone be- came correspondingly chilly. \Don't crowd, Mr. Eskridge. One needs room to work these levers satis- factorily. as you ought to know.\ \I don't know that I ought to know anything—\ \Yet you presume to advise me, who have been taking lessons two weeks.\ \Under Crandall,\ George could not help interpolating. \Under Mr. Crandall, whom you seem to wish to see hung.\ \I don't want to see hint, hung or unhung; or hear of him, either,\ and George was about to add, \unless he is hung,\ but he nipped his underlip just in time. By this they were spinning down the avenue and into a road leading to the wide stretch of ocean beach that ribbed the seaward side of Loon Is- land, not unlike a section of some Brobtlingnagian race course, with a chorus of summer surges instead of shouting crowds as the natural en- virc:rnept. Helen, reading jetillotiey under ail this anti -Crandall surliness, grew tenderly self -complacent as she endeavored to slow down to a more eons ersational gait. Then a per- turbed look eatne into her eyes as she fumbled at the levers. \What can be the matter now?\ she began. - \What shapely hands you have. Nelly!\ interrupted Eskridge, rather irrelevantly,and seemingly oblivious of the fact that they were tearing along towards the ocean nt a runaway pace. \Oh dear!\ she complained. \Why won't the odious thing turn?\ They were leaving the road and ploughing right on over the low sand dunes that lined the beach. \Such a foot!\ continued George, diverting a dreamy eye to where one of Helen's small, strapped driving slippers was vainly pressing at some- thing which she supposed would con- trol the application of the motive power to the wheels. \Nelly he sueb denly exclaimed, \I love you!\ He seized one of her hands and pressed It rapturously. \I can no longer—\ \Mr. Eskridge!\ she cried. \Don't you see where we are going?\ \If Crandall wins, I don't care where we go. Ah, Melly, Nelly, Nell—\ \Let me go! Are you going stark, staring mad?\ \Then It is Crandall,\ groaned George, dropping hand and hope ap- parently together. \Crandall and this infernal auto. I wish he was in it and we were out of it and it was taking w here we seem to be going.\ Ire gazed apathetically at the sea while Miss Hearst, seriously alarmed, watched their progress towards the hissing wit% eleta crawling up the sands. Right and left the broad beach opened grandly out, with, here and there a cottage along the dunes and ii distant hotgl fronting a long iron piei outlined against the horizon. Then' were sundry sails far out. at sea; ti few bathers and an occasional prom- enader dotted the sands here .and there. \Why don't you help me?\ urged Helen, imploringly. \What's the use? Call on Cran- dall.\ \If he were here he would help. Something must be wrong.\ \Everything is wrong.\ This gloom- ily. \If Crandall really were here now —would you—er—\ \No I wouldn't. Help me to atop it, p1 -e -a -s -e do!\ The last low sand ridge had been passed and they were gliding oi l - the el smooth, hard, wet beach tow the water. Eskridge furtively did ome- thing with his foot, unseen by Helen, and the auto stopped. \Have I really no hope?\ he asked, Itigtibriously, as she sighed in relief. \After all my mouths of devotion- \ \Months!\ Her rosy lips curled in- credulously. \Six weeks ago I hardly knew you' -oh, George!—why don't it turn as well as stop?\ \Perhaps it needs Crandall, being a Crandall machine.\ \You're just dreadful to -day!\ Hel- en, indignant, was about to leap out when Eskridge again made a furtive move and the auto again started for- ward like a thing of life. She was thrown back into his arms and her eyes sparkled angrily; but fear once more became dominant, for the machine sped toward the sea as if determined to drown them both. \I—I'm going to jump,\ she cried, nervously. \And break your pretty neck? No; let's droWn. It's easier.\ Eskridge folded his arms as if to await the inevitable. \Crandall will hypnotize another girl, and—\ \I wish he was here to manage this auto.\ \I don't. If you won't have me, you shall not have him.\ The hiss of the incoming tide mingled with his tones. \We will die together.\ Miss Hearst shuddered; yet, had she been afoot, clad in her latest love A l f a bathing gown, she might have en- joyed the liquid swirl that now licked ttie pneumatic tires. Why she did not boldly leap out she hardly knew. Did fear restrain her --or George? As the water deepened the mobile moved more slowly, yet it neither stopped nor turned. An incoming wave, curling upward in a greenish, graceful, menacing way, made her breathe quickly and she looked at Eskridge. Ye gods! He was, or seemed to be, preparing to light a cigarette. Was this despair, idiocy or sheer bravado? Handsome he cer- tainly was, though she had hardly con- sidered him so before. Perhaps his indomitable composure at such a zmisis forced a sudden admiration upon her and banished the image of Crandall forever. At any rate, as the whitening roarer in front poised itself over the dash- board. Helen uttered a faint shriek and threw her arms around George, scattering his cigarettes. \Save me!\ she implored. \Then you do love me, even though I don't run an auto?\ \Y -ye -s!\ The shower bath was de- scending and she closed her eyes. \Ugh --ow!\ \And you don't care for Crandall?\ pursued George, inexorably. \No—oh! Isn't this horrible?\ \It's blissful, ecstatic. One kiss. dear. Now—open your eyes.\ The auto was taming, the wave was receding, and Eskridge, with hand and foot deftly employed, was guiding her back to dry land and safety. \Why—you do know how?\ she screamed, whereat the impudent dog actually grinned; yet she could not again grow angry, try as she might. George, somehow, seemed better in spite of it all, though they were half - drenched and had doubtless shocked more than one distant onlooker by these proceedings. As they scorched back up the avenue, whom should they see but Crandall himself on his way from the railroad depot. George looked at her inquiringly. \Don't stop,\ he whispered. \I know I'm a sight to behold.\ \I believe you were expecting him,\ said Eskridge, as Crandall looked aft- er then, dubiously. She pinched his arm and they laughed like children laugh. The Maio. Were Coavalaaeas. One of the young women connect- ed with Hull House was recently showing a collection of photographs of classical pictures to a street ur- chin, and when she came to a copy of the \Sistine Madonna\ she asked• \Do yon know wnat that repre- sentar \Yes said the boy, \that is Jesus and His mother.\ \Did you no- tice.\ continued the teacher, \how beautiful their faces are? You can- not find such beauty of expression in any other picture.\ \But it is the rims around their heads, ma'am. that gives them away.\ interrupted the boy.—Chicago Chronicle. • The Nervy Board. \Yes said the landlady, proudly, \my cook is a graduate of a Chicago domestic service echoed. She had her sheepskin diploma, just like a doctor or a lawyer.\ \Too bad she's nearsighted,\ re marked the nervy boarder from the other end of the table. \Nearsighted repeated- the land- lady. \I think you are mistaken.\ \Perhaps replied the nervy board- er, \but I was surmising that she hint accidentally stewed up her diploma in this lamb potpie.\ Only the fact that he paid regular- ly saved the nervy boarder's life after that. — Cincinnati Commercial. Tribune, Reed & Millard's Saloon .ts McKinley Avenue, Kendall J 6 J 6 Headquarters for the Choicest of Wines Liquors and Cigars Large Club Rooms Attached We are always pleased to see old and new friends. H Livery and Feed Stable North - end of McKinley Ave. sIS H. W. DUTCHER, Ploprietor. Livery Rigs and Saddle Horses Good Facilit'es for boarding stock. Kendall Barber Shop oldest established bat ber shop in b end:, II Clean Towels and First -Class Work C. E. CARLISLE, Proprietor In the Turner Bloch Dr. Gaylord McCoy Successor to Dr Wiemer Office in Old Miners' Union Hall. Opposite to Chronicle Once W. H. CULVER PHOTOGRAPHER Lewistown, Montatici Kodaks and Amateur's Supplies For Sale DENTISTRY Dr. M. M, Hedges Office Over .Judith , Hard- ware Store, Lewistown. 4 Has been in practice over thirty years and guarantees all his operations.
