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Mamie was an orphan, but she possessed the noble qualities of spirit, independence, brightness, alertness and reasonable self-possession.' Only too well she knew that she had to make her own way in the world, and like a* real heroine set about it with a courageaus heart. Under dear Old Alec, who treated her as a kind father would, she learnr ed the art of telegraphy, and it was quite agreeable to the staid old town of Montgomery when she quitely as sumed her tutor's place. Luther Odell, a passenger conductor on the line and a friend of the beauti ful little operator, tells us that her life was a real romance. When oppor tunity favored Luther went to the window, or to the table where she sat at the instrument, and kindly inquired how she was getting along. She in ariably answered him with thanks, and added the remark that she was doing the bf,st she could". It was not foreign to her mind that Luther gave her a good reputation to the powers that made and unmade operators on that line. When the old depot was torn away and a new white one e,rected at a bet ter place across the track, 01 Hern don, a foreman, and a young man of fine physique, said she was now just where she ought to be. Ol observed that the loafers and tobacco che-wers found another place to exchange their crude notions and spit amber juice. Everything around was as neat and lean as a new pin. Everybody re spected Miss Mamie Bowman, and some said that she was very brave to accept so responsible a position. A great deal of stock and coal was ship ped from that place, and sometimes it involved a god deal of telegraphing, but Mamie never made a mistake. Walter Crook, a handsome young man, the son of a farmer a mile away, shipped much stock for his-father, and that necessary threw him and Mamie together quite frequently. They came in. time to know each other quite well. His kindly, polite, manly manner won upon her. She knew where lier heart was, but his attitude was the reserve of one who l-egarded her as a superior. It was long before he deceived himself, but he tardily did so, and was made to know that his love was reciprocated. \t a small station twenty miles away was an operator and agent, who casually had met Mamie and "fell in love at first sight." He was a nice appearing young man and seemed to be decent and self respecting, but his .constant whispering over the wire put her on her guard against him. That natural instinct, which every fine grained lady possesses, told her that there was something hidden away, something false in the basic nature of John Stout—for that was his name— and she regarded his words and at teneions as things but of the passing moment. She was not angry with him, but she was amused. Perhaps her attitude should have been differ ent in so serious and delicate a matter "j£* "jt A «V» ... N ^s A TRUE ROMANCE as this, which involved the happiness to her the whole truth, and there was of another heart, but indeed she never considered it flirting. Young Stout had frequently spelled to her with his Ira Connell and John Stout had been school books together at Montgomery, and were bosom chums in their young manhood. Ira had gone to the Queen City, from which he traveled as a salesman for a large tobacco lirm, and in his trips he frequently dropped off at his early home and shook hands with his old friends. He was absol utely honest in money matters, but perfectly dishonest in working schemes, whether of business or against his enemies he was desperately in love with pret-1 One day Ira Connell and John Stout "bound for their respective places of business. Ira went on to the city to report to his house, and John stopped off at. his post to assume his accus tomed duties. Only the day before this Walter Crook had gone tcj the city with three carloads of stock—hogs, cattle and sheep. He was delayed several days in disposing of them advantageously. It was a pleasant surprise to meet, one day .at the stockyards, his old.ac quaintance, Ira Connell. They talked of everything under the sun but bus iness and love, and when night came walked together, towards the city. It ^Vj ""A "5, ifx f^v 3 quaintance sake, to going in on the train. These dim lights," said Walter look ing up, "do not afford sufficient pro tection against robbers at this mOst convenient spot for such deeds of crime." "No," tersely said Ira. As if his ^nswer had been a proph ecy, five men suddenly confronted them, having emerged from the darkness behind a box car, and with bold threats demanded their money. "I have none,'vanswered Ira, "search and see," and he obediently held up his hands. Walter collared the fore most, and with a sturdy blow of his fist felled him. Just then some dull instrument fell oh his head and laid him insensible upon the ground. When he recovered consciousness, no one was to be seen. Even the. false, Ira had deserted him to his fate. The robbers had rifled his pockets, in which for reasons of prudence he rarely carried more than two dollars at a time, and so they got little. He never carried any valuables, such as watch or pin, to the stockyards, for good reasons. He did not see Ira af terwards, a fact that he did not under stand. But, in truth, he gave it but little thought. The heavy instrument had produced a tearful cut on the back of Waiter's head and there was a painful concus sion of the brain. It was with ex treme difficulty that he at last reach ed the hotel. After the surgeon had dressed his wound, he explained how he had received it. In order to spare Mamie, he would not telegraph a word concerning the matter he knew, too, that it would bring his father to the city to look after his injured son. In Walter's mind, the injury was not of sufficient magnitude to justify all this commotion. The next day, by superlative effort, he appeared a short time at the stock yards, but the Intense suffering oblig ed him to return to his hotel. How ever he succeeded in persuading himself that "Richard was himself again," and disposed of his stock to good advantage. Without delay he returned home. The bandage about his head surprised many honest in quiries from his friends. On the day following the event of the footpad assault Mamie received a private telegram from Cincinnati, signed by one of whom she had never heard before. It read "Walter Crook, a young stock dealer from Montgomery, was roughly hand led by the police for being drunk and disorderly. Ed. McLaughlin, reporter fox*' the Enquirer." This was shocking news.. Shfe could not believe it. She knew that Walter did not drinlc, and she would wait and hear his side of the odious story. Speculate as she would she could not satisfy herself as to how Ed. McLaughlin, reporter for the Enquir er, came to know her name and ad dress, or the interest he had in send ing her the telegram, instead of Wal ter's parents, the proper ones to re ceive it. Referring back over the wire she found it O. K. sent 10:15 A. M. R. "j IF XZ key the Latin word "amo," which he to falsify a thing or to conceal his had somehow learned, but he was never guilty of any graver indiscretion over the wire. He knew about Wal ter Crook's attentions to her, and was greenly jealous. However, Mamie knew it not. She would never permit him to call on her, and even refused him the permission of writing. He never passed through Montgomery but he dropped off for a moment, and shrewdly concealing his feelings, greeted her with bland smiles and kind words. Common politeness de manded that she should treat him re spectifully, and her respectful reserve only endeared her the more to him. She recognized the fact that he con sidered himself a rival to Walter Crook, but she only suffered to go on what she could not avoid. and was genuine. She' waited—sensible girl. She would not disgrace his parents by re vealing to them what she had learned. When Walter came back, he related not an unsatisfied doubt, in her heart. His parents and friends believed him, for he was never known in all his life acts. His public life corresponded with his private character. "Walter, I believe you," she said un effusively, but with a sincerity that was unmistakable. "That telegram," he said, placing his palm on it on her telegraph table, "has something behind it—somebody who is there in the city Her intelligent eyes opened large and \vide, as the wife of "Jim tUe Pen man" when she discovered her hus band making money. She raise them to his, but said nothing. Both seemed to understand, but not to com prehend whj'. The mystery remained unsolved. But the concussion of the brain was more serious than Walter conceived at -first. It brought on a fever that pros trated him for more than a month, and when he emerged, he was so wast ed antl thin that his intimate friends noted that he was but the shadow of his former self. He was in truth brought nigh to death's door. It was a terrible ordeal to Mamie, and hfer confidante now was Gerty McCarthy. Gertie said that Ira had written her that some robbers had waylaid him and Walter one night and beat him and seriously injured Walter. But It was said that since that time Ira had not "dropped Qff" ty, honest Gertrude McCarthy, who Gertie that he was "too everlastingly was the special friend of Mamie, and busy to stop." Gertie, honest girl, came to Montgomery often as her truiy believed him. guest. In fact, Gertie, as everyone Now, Walter, set out on a long in called her, told as much to Mamie, I definite trip to the west and else and with a cheery laugh confessed where to the mountains for his health she could not, however, "bring him to the point. met at the Montgomery depot. They uiarly as he possibly could, and also stood earnestly conversing some time told her that each 'letter would tell apart, while the draymen, and truck- her wh«re to reach him with an an inen and grain dealers and others swer. The last fond words were said passed and repassed. No one knew between them, and he was gone. what was said, and no one seemed to notice tlicm. At a favorite -moment they entered the station and smilingly greeted Mamie. It all seemed natural. Some trivalities were exchanged, and I unwelcome occupant and intruder, when Luther Odell waved his hand to For a long time John Stout had the engineer, both were ou the train,! sought a position iii the R. M. S. (rail- at Montgomery. He had written If lie did not recover, he might take a sea voyage before returning. But he promised to write to Mamie as reg- Was it forever? A distressing for boding stole'into her troubled heart, and she made no effort to explain it away, or remove it. It was there, an way mail service)' and at last the ap pointment came to him. As a mail agent he seemed to be quick, indus tries and honest. Walter Crook wrote to Mairiie from Denver, and her first answer reached him at Salt Lake City, from which plaqe he made an excursion up the |8ig Bear river andisailed over tj»e lake in the month of September with-a new foiind friend. In her letter she wrote that Ira Connell.had been there and: that in a brief interview he had corroborated Walter's fctory about the hold-up in Cincinnati, but he had not the slightest |dca who, Ed. McLaughlin, S»!\. ,S' *Sp% W "V *V «*Vlfer I t- *J? A* had assured that lie would "look it up" when he returned there. Her sec ond letter reached Walter at Los An geles, but eohtained nothing strangely new. Her welcome letters were cheer ful, bright, chatty, and full of local events, but riot a word of love—an ex pression -of which he milch craved in his lonely wanderings. His bore sWeet. messages of devotion, but Mamie was too practical, or cautious, perhaps, to commit to paper what other eyes might possibly see. Love had been too sacred to her to give opportunity to strange, profane eyes to tarnish it. Time wore on, the winter passed, and spring found him straggling up and down the coast or in the coast range. Letters grew less frequent between them. In fact, her letters could hardly reach him in his isolated evagations. He grew restive under the seeming neglect, and finally, in an accusing, apprehensive state of mind, wrote her, not tartly, but unwisely. He never dreamt of the consequences of his hasty epistle—was in truth, in capable of weighing the possibilities of his complaining words to a spirited little body like Mamie. Mamie," he wrote, "why do you not write? Oh, if you only knew how lonesome I am. I can not think that you have grown tired and have ceased to love me. I will not think of it. Do you, Mamie, wish to be rid of me— drop me—play quits? Must I con clude that you are inconstant, nay fickle? I will not think it." .There was more of this, but some what of a repetitious character. Her answer preceded him a day to the City of Mexico. On his arrival, he instantly telegraphed: Here all O. K. Health improving slowly." in an hour afterwards he had her letter, which sealed his fate. Frenzied, discouraged, amazed, he read again: I have your complaining letter. In it I see an effort on your part to get angry and release yourself from me I can not help it if you go. It is what one may expect in general of all men. They love, as a rule, the next pretty face they meet. I can not tell anything about you, you are so changable—like the barometer, have no advice to give you you must go your own way and lead on your course to the end. It is you who has sought this quarrel and this ending, and I release you. I will not as much as tell you why I do so. Yes—I will I will tell you. I think it best. The truth is, I never did love you. MAMIE BOWMAN." This was the first time she had ever written "Mamie Bowman," before the first name being sufficient. He was tempted to hurl it away then to burn it to ashes, just as he had burned his love, and ended his doubt by concealing the cruel message in his inner pocket. Alas, Mamie, a long farewell," he said to himself as he sailed away from Vera Cruz on a long trip thro Europe and the East. He merely wrote his parents—he would not tele graph for reasons—that his health obliged him to take a long trip to Europe, and from time to time, per haps at long intervals,. they would hear from him. He meant to write little, so that she would not know where he was. He wished to be lost to her forever. A year went by, but in all that long Weary time, not a word did she hear from Walter. Gerty McCarthy, mean time, had become Mrs. Ira McConnell and had gone away, so that Mamie had no one on earth to whom she could confide and divide her sorrow She could not account for her silence Was he dead? That could not be, or his parents would know of it. She would ask no one, and all alone aloneshe sat at her instrument, faith ful to her duty, and no one dreamed of the struggle that was going on hour ly in her torn breast. And now John Stout never passed but from his car door he tipped his close fitting cap and smiled. It seem ed so much to her as if he didn't mean it—a mere mask for the occasion It was a feeling rather than an idea Busy as he was with the pouches, he hailed her one sunny day as the train paused, for some reason, to receive orders. She had just handed the yel low paper to Luther Odell, who man aged to smile significantly, {is he heard Stout call to her. He neither ob jected to nor approved of his profuse bow and broad smile. Ol Ilerndor leaned a little further out of tjie cab, and positively grinned. Then he clan ged the bell. "May I write?" asked Stout. "I cannot hinder you," was her in .different reply. He received it affirm a'tively, «nd was flattered and elated. John- passed and repassed all the summer and winter through. His brief letters to Mamie, about nothing in particular, and yet containing un written messages that could not be mistaken, came thick and fast, almost like snowflakes. At first she paid lit tie attention to them, and it was month or more before she deigned to acknowledge them. She burned them as soon as she had read them. There was a trite hollowness in them all an empty vaporness, a sky without sun. But 'she was so lonely, and he. was so faithfully persistent. He wanted to be her real friend, and would not take a no, and at last, in sheei^ desper ation, she permitted him, in one of his brief lay-rffs, to visit her.. He was so gentle and mildly intrusive, and meant so much to be her friend that— well, you know we fondle even a stray dog that comes up sympathetically and asks to be stroked. Two years after Walter had sailed away from yera Cruz, 4 terrible wreck happened at Montgomery, through the gloom of which a ray of light was cast upon the fate of Mamie. At 3 p. m., a heavy*freight train had sidetracked to allow No. 8, the westbound passenger, to pass. The opening of the* siding was about two rods from the east end of the depot, and the track extended more than half a mile down the main line. The freight had pulled in at the further end and had come forward toward the depot. By some unaccountable blun der "the switch had been left open. "No. 8 swept through the switch and cT into the caboose, which was fortunately- empty, crushing it into the next car and overturning three others. The engine of the. passenger was: demolished, the baggage car was Jammed into the tender and the* *§p"*%£ ""& fr-r- C. 4. PETRUSCHKE, Manufacturer of and Dealer In White Pine Packing Boxes and Shoeks Specialties—Beer Cases, Egg Cases and Banana Crates. JUST OPENED—Department for Building Materials. IF Y0D WISH A: DELICIOUS, WHOLESOME) PALATABLE Mamie, from her oriel office window, beheld the great commotion, saw men running, and was shocked at the re sounding crash of the colliding cars. To her it was a terrible moment. Her fine-strung nerves were quivering, and she wondered how bad it was and how many were-'killed. A moment afterwards, Luther Odell rushed into the office, excitedly gave her a few snatches of the disaster, said no one was killed, wrote out a brief telegram giving the facts in the case, and requested her to send it to headquarters—"rush." He was away again as hastily as he came, and the busiest man on the stirring scene. A little later he and Walter and Fire man Ol Herndon bore John Stout down the road, and carried him into the white depot. Luther asked Mamie whether they could lay him on her lounge for a short time. Of course they could. The poor fellow groaned in great pain. He was not constituted to bear pain silently or patiently. The doctor said his skull was fractured just over the left eye at the edge of the hair, and would doubtless need to be tre pkntied. When they laid the wounded man down, Walter spoke hesitatingly to Mamie, and she looked at him in pain ful wonderment. It was clear that her look was not one of anger and ac cusation, but more-of appeal and sur prise. He certainly expected repul tion, but instead he saw a look of love and request for an explanation. He ventured to take her hand in greeting and her eyes and head dropped to conceal a truant tear. Luther walked out and Ol clpsely followed him, and Waiter .and Mamie were alone with the groaning man Mamie's lover, Walter was absolutely sure. And yet she seemed more sur prised and glad to see him than con cerned about John or his injuries. That was what he could not divine— shrewd as he was to read human mo tives. He simply said "Mamie." Her lips moved, but she could not speak. She would have uttered "Walter," if she could have spoken the dear name —like "Jerusalem the Golden name ever dear." Then he almost groaned. "Why did you write that cruel let ter?" In sudden surprise, as if stuag in to fitful response, she inquired: "What letter?" He took the worn crumbled let ter from his inner- pocket, where it had burned him ever since'its re ceipt, and haltingly put it in, hqr hand. She quickly riead it, and in fu tile astonishment declared: "I did not write it." "How!" doubting his ears. "No, it is a bafe forgery," the crimson of retributive anger mantling her cheeks. .. "I redteived it at the City of Mexico, where I asked you to address me," still struggling with his hateful doubts. r-'v-. "But I did not write it," sharply, firmly, "I never could nor wr,ould lxave said that. It' Is, I repeat, and ever will riepeat,- a cold, base, bungling for gery." ,y -.••f- And you do not mean, that?*' %r J? v- HSi. V- X** •No.' The Wouc(ded ^an' on?^ the^jSofa groaned, turaed painfully, 'and spoke hoarsely^ PRICES ALWAYS CHEERFULLY GIVEN. 50th Avenue West, Corner Iain Street. P. O. BOX 136. WEST DULUTH. CALL ON VAL BLATZ BREWING C0.9 whole front end shivered to pieces, and the mail car pushed itself into the rear end of the baggage car. Every mail cleric was hurled violently to the front. John Stout struck his head against a sharp corner of the stove, a great bloody gash cut in it, endering him entirely insensible for a time. As it proved, his skull was fractured. TJte? engineer and fireman escaped by jumping as soon as they saw the immenent danger. None of the passengers were seriously hurt— some, like Bud Means in the "Hoosier School Master," were "considerabl' shuck up like," and they thanked their lucky stars that it was no worse. Walter Crook was on the train, on his long journey back home, fully re stored to health. No one knew of his coming. Travel hatj polished him very much, but had deprived him of none of his humanity nor sullied him by making him cold and formal. Some who did not recognize the fine look ing young man at first, wondered who it was, that was so attentive to John Stout and brought water to bathe his head. 'STAR'1 Milwaukee Beer, Wheu John recovered partial con sciousness, his fixst stammered words were: "I wrote the letter,- Mamie." Walter understod not what he meant. It wis not jealously that made him stare, for he knew that Mamie was free to write to whom she pleased, but it was the discovery that Mamie had given him up for John. Here, then, was the secret of it all John had come between them and parted them forever. "Oh, lost Mamie," he breathed sadly to himself. "I am going to die. I want to con*, fess, Mamie. Oh, I did it—did it for love. I intercepted his letter to you, and—and answered it." He sighed, turned away with a groan and half articulated to himself: 'I have lost her. I did very wrong. I will amend it all before die. Oh, forgive me, Mamie," "With all my heart, since the ex planation has brought about reconcil iation after so—so long a weary time." In time John recovered, but he lost his position for filching the letter. Walter went to Queen City to in vestigate the Ed. McLaughlin telegram —but was unsuccessful." Ed. Mc Laughlin, he learned, never was a re porter for _the Enquirer. Both Wal ter and Mamie always believed' that Ira Connell was the identical Ed. Mc Laughlin. And that is our belief, too. —Frank A. Myers in L. F. M. UNION 200 WEST MICHIGAN STREET RisesMWT It fUUc JZstiatUioQ. fssmisam TYPEWRITER It has won its way around the world on Real Merit. THE SMITH PREMIER...^ marks the very nighest point reached in writ ing machine mechan ism. ®S una WE ARE: LEADERS IM •CARS The following are some of -o«f. choicest brands. 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