The Bowbells tribune. [volume], January 28, 1916, Image 8

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Notice to Creditors.
State of North Dakota, County of
Burke.
IN COUNTY COURT
Before Hon. Fred F. Carter, Judge.
In the Matter of the Estate of Arvid
Erickson, Deceased.
Thilda Erickson, Petitioner
vs.
Thilda Erickson, Rudolph Erickson,
Floyd Erickson Verna Erickson,
Lyla Erickson
and Mildred Erickson, minors, and
B. M. Wohlwend, special guardian
of aaid minors, Respondents.
Notice is hereby given by the under
signed Thilda Erickson, Administra
trix of the Estate of Arvid Erickson,
late of the Township of Bowbells, in
the County of Burke and State of
North Dakota, deceased, to the credit
ors of, and all persons having claims
against, said decedent, to exhibit them
with the necessary vouchers, within
six months after the first publication
of this notice, to said administratrix
at H. A. Hanson's law office, in the
City of Bowbells, in said Burke Coun
ty, North Dakota.
Dated January 20th, 1916.
THILDA ERICKSON,
Administratrix.
First publication on the 28th day of
Jannary, A. D., 1916. —4t
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Story of the Discomfiture
of a Pair of Plotters
By JOHN NELSON COLE, Jr.
Copyright by Frank A. Munsey Co.
"You don't want to go at this too
rapidly," cautioned Bun TTalker as he
and Monk Haues banged intimately
on Skeeter Lafferty's door.
Skeeter, Immersed In a bathrobe,
with legs coiled caressingly about an
expiring radiator, a Caesar in the pit
of his stomach and a translation of
the same balanced on his knees, greet
ed them lazily from the depths of hlfl
Morris chair. Skeeter had beeu a stu
dent at the Forest school for three
mouths. He Jiad .learned how to stop
Royal Theatre
Tuesday, Feb. Isl
Billy Bennett
presents a company of 20 peo
ple with band and orchestra in
the big city success
1
Game Within The Law"
a strong political drama
High Glass Vaudeville Between Each Act
free Band Concert Afternoon and Evening
Reserved Seats on Sale at the Drug Store
The Show You Know
N
itir'alarin "clocETintl~cake a pipe.
"Look at the heavy student!" ob
served Mouk genially.
"Do you converse in the dead lan
guage?" asked Bun.
"I'm one of our very best jockeys
when it comes to riding a Latin
pony," admitted Skeeter. "Just listen
to this."
Skeeter puckered his forehead se
riously and began. He could read Eng
lish with some fluency.
"Cut it," Interrupted Monk, "and let's
get back to modern history. Grainger
got a letter from his girl tonight."
The Latin Jockey threw his book on
the couch and sat up straight.
"Is she coming to the midwinter
hop?" inquired Skeeter.
"Grainger didn't invite her to the
dance." informed Monk. "That's where
the trouble comes in. Like a bone
head he invited her to the basket ball
game before he found out that we were
going to have the dance right after
ward. Grainger can't dance any rniqre
than a steam roller, and It certainly
wouldn't do to bring a girl over, and
haul her o£f just about the time the
music is starting up."
"Looks like Grainger better call ev
erything off before it Is too late.''- came
sapiently from Skeeter.
Silence followed Skeeter's ominous
suggestion. Bun and Monk had come
with a scheme to Inveigle him into ma
king out a dance card for Grainger's
girl. Monk had performed the same
service two years before he hadn't for
gotten the ordeal.
The girl bad been young, gawky and
reserved. No wonder Grainger refused
to learn how to dance. According to
prep school standards it required more
genuine courage to lead Miss Ernestine
Shreckhize on the ballroom floor than
to use a buzz saw for a punching bag.
Both conspirators realized at this
Juncture that if Skeeter Lafferty was
to be victimized they would have to
adopt more skilful tactics.
"Who have you invited up, Skeeter?"
asked Monk.
"I haven't got anybody, and 1 am
glad of it."
"You will have n gummy time with
no girl," predicted Monk, with feigned
sympathy.
"You won't get a single dance.
Everybody Is swapping dates," declar-
IS inrUB AND PBKTTT, AND BBS
CAN BAXOM LIKB A BBBKZB,'
ed Bun. "It's worse than trying to
lead Caesar without a pony."
Skeeter weakened under this on
slaught.
"If you think that you would like
to take girl I think I can fix It up for
you/' soothed Monk.
"That girl of Grainger's Is pretty
keen." volunteered the jwady Pun.
"The vtlry stupt!
"What?" chirped Skeeter.
"Get Grainger to let you take tils
girl to the dapce,"
"What's ber nam#?" be asked,
growing Interest^
"Ernestine fbreckhlze."
"Bow on earth does a poor girl
MSM8A jWtfflPg.tbii*
Just arrived a complete line of 50 and. 100
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Laxacold Tablets, break up a cold over night
at per package ..25c
Nyals Stone Root, the real Kidney Remedy
at 50c and $1.00
Combination Fountain Syringes
from $ 1.50 to $3.00
"fear
"Doesii'f matter as long'as she is a
good looker. I saw her two years ago,"
said Monk, "and"— Here he stopped
and whistled softly.
"You'll see the cutest trick that ever
wore skirts when she comes ambulat
ing up here." the second promoter
hastened to remark.
"She is little and pretty, and she can
dance like a breeze." Ban had never
seen ber, so he could make such a
statement with impunity.
"How do you know Grainger would
let me take her?" inquired the anx
ious Skeeter.
"Oli, Grainger is a friend of miue.
1 can tix things up for you."
At a discreet distance the conspira
tors :eaued against the wall and re
lieved themselves of their pent up glee
by shouts of uproarious laughter.
"It was too easy," commented Monk
between gasps. "He swallowed bait,
book, sinker and all."
"They will dance sixty laps before
anybody will break them," chuckled
Bun, "if she is really as much of a
lemon as you make out."
Skeeter Lafferty meanwhile, in the
less impressive and less persuasive si
lence of his room, was undergoing a
change of attitude. The more bo
thought the less alluring his future re
sponsibilities appeared. And be bad
uo oue to blame but himself.
But. Skeeter was not the sort to back
out.
When Monk returned he announced
cheerily:.
"I persuaded Grainger to let you
have her for the dance. Everything is
lovely."
"Thanks," replied Skeeter, trying to
smile while his brain was already busy
with dark plots for revenge. lie would
put salt in Monk Hanes' bed that night.
"Bun and I both recommend her,"
continued Monk, whose sense of guilt
was leading him to undue assurances.
"You are a real sport, Skeeter. If Bun
and I weren't so busy we would help
out with her card."
At the Forest school cards were made
out three days before the dance. In
his hour of need Skeeter's friends melt
ed away, leaving* him desperately
alone. He became more and more con
vinced that his social humiliation had
been carefully planned.
Only by assigning himself a gener
ous pbrtion of his lady's dances and
by waging among his fellows.a heated
campaign, in which bribes in great va
riety were brought to bear, was he
able to complete her program of twen
ty dances.
Evening drew on apace, the evening
of the dance. The dressing rooms flut
tered with a bevy of animated, palpi
tating girls. The boys' dormitories re
sounded with cries for assistance from
youths struggling with their first stiff
shirts and dress ties. The rush of
footfalls along the corridors was in
cessant.
Silk socks, studs, suspenders and col
lar buttons of the right:length were at
a premium, while white" gloves were
not to be had at any price.
Skeeter .- Lafferty, having shaved
twice in his entire lifetime, attempted
in the hurry to lather his face with
tooth powder. He nicked himself on
the lip and emerged from the ordeal
with cheeks rough and glowing. He
thought it particularly uufortuuate to
Incapacitate his Up on dance eve.
A prep school senior knows many
things Jn his own conceit Monk-and
Bun knew more, or thought they did.
But they had failed to take account of
one fact—a girl does not remain six
teen very long!
A gawky, snub nosed girl, with long,
spindling shanks, may become by her
eighteenth birthday a lady of poise,
beauty and grace, flt to adorn, the
throne of a king or the limousine of a
corporation lawyer. And kings and
captains of finance had nothing on
Skeeter Lafferty. who rubbed his eyes
with astonishment but smiled never
theless* when he spied Miss Shreck
blze. .:
-Things had happened to Miss Shreck
hize in two years. She was fresh, she
''watt grace Itself, she was beautiful.
"Aiid she is all mine for. this dance,"
thought Skeeter, with .such pride that
the biobd silrged tingling to the tips of
his ears.
Miss '8breckhiz£ smiled Skeeter a
welcome and, exteuflipg. ber gloved
W"
Our Kodak Department is the most complete stock in the county. Send us your photo work. We en
large and finish your pictures the right way.
This is good weather to buy that hot water bottle to keep those tender feet warm
at night. We have 'em from $ 1.00 up, the guaranteed rubber kind you know.
hand gave ITira a feaTsnake.
"I think you were the nicest man in
the world to make out my card," said
Miss Shreckhize, looking straight at
him.
Skeeter smiled, too—and gulped.
Bun Walker, with the sweat of baf
fled rage sending chills down and up
his spine, had lived to see his gleeful,
prediction that Skeeter would dance
sixty laps without being broken en
tirely reversed. Miss Shreckhize was
being sought after, flattered, stared at,
surrounded by a circle of hungry eyed
youths every time she stopped dancing
long enough to draw breath.
Their eyes followed her constantly
as she floated fairylike about the floor
on Skeeter's skillful arm. The most
fastidious dancers nudged each other
Tloquently as she passed.
Bun Walker was mopping his brow.
She had only locked at him once, but
that was enough for poor Bun. As
their eyes met he felt his skin break
out In goose bumps. He knew it was
ill over with him.
As for Monk, he was suffering the
tortures of the damned. He had been
guilty of blunders ami errors of judg
ment as to the qualities of dance-part
ners, but of none which approximated
this last self inflicted insult to his In
telligence.
Boys swirled about Miss Shreckhize
like chips in a whirlpool. Monk and
Bun had been drawn into the.-mael
strom of her charms and were spin
ning helplessly, pitilessly, about with
the others.
"I thought you said Miss Shreckhize
was a lemon?" Bun confronted Monk
angrily.
"Never saw a girl change so in my
life," exclaimed Monk, with genuine
enthusiasm. "Two years ago you
wouldn't have known her for the same
person."
"And now she is a perfect
queen." moaned Bun. "and 1
even get an introduction."
"That Lafiferty is a stubborn rat,"
burst out Monk Indignantly. "He'i
found out we tried to put one over oc
him, and I can't get within six feet ol
them."
"I believe if you stuck a hot poker
down his throat you couldn't change
him," agreed Bun.
"It eats on him every time she gets
out of his sight," sneered Monk. "He
had no business ever letting her get
him going."
"You haven't got any right to talk,'
cried Bun accusingly.
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enn't
Monk flushed a telltale crimson.
"Who?"
"You. Haven't I seen you hanging
around?"
"Ob, I hate to see a rat run a thing In
the ground! I was.Just trying to help
her out."
But Bun knew better.
"Here they come now," he whispered
feverishly.
Miss Ernestine Shreckhize, with her
hand on Skeeter's arm, approached the
punch bowl. Bun and Monk edged
nearer.
Skeeter continued to talk rapidly as
If be bad not seen them. Miss Shreck
hize nodded Monk a formal greeting
and turned attentively to Skeeter.
Monk stood his ground, then touched
her lightly on the arm. Miss Shreck
hize gazed straight into Skeeter's eyes
and listened raptly.
Skeeter had seen und had understood
that she intended to snub Monk. From
that moment Skeeter became the on
disputed tyrant througb whom ail
grants of time or dances with Miss
Shreckhize were to be secured.
"May I have this one?" persisted
Monk sheepishly. "The crowd bas
been so thick around you I couldn't
break througb sooner."
Skeeter, inflamed by sucb a bold at
tempt was about to interpose wbeh be
was drawn aside by n strong arm. Bun
Walker whispered hoarsely:
"For the love of Mike, Skeeter, Intro
duce ine. Why don't you Introduce
me?"
"Why' didn't you
Show
up several
days ago when the cards were being
made out?" demanded Skeeter.
Monk grew pale around the gills..
"Honest* Skeeter. they told me. that
girl was a large size bunk Qf cheese.'!..
"That wasn't what youtold me,'' Re
torted Skeeter. "I suppose you think
that It ts up to me to loosen np and
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"I'M AWFUIiLX SORRY," EXPLAINED MISS
SHKliClCHIZU.
happens to~strilie yifuFI'an'cy.
"Oh, I'll even things up all right/' as
sured Bun. "If you will only let me
start It with her I'll make yo.u a pres
ent of that pair of skates and my or
ange hockey sweater."
Skeeter sniffed.
"You don't know what it cost mt: to.
get her card made out, do you?" lie
cried.
"Well, what else have .l got that you
want?" demanded Bun rashly.
"You know,' Bun," said Miss Shrcck
hlze's partner confidentially, "all I can
do Is to introduce you. I can't'make
her dance with you."
"That's enough for me," beamed
Bun. "The stuff Is yours leave the
rest to me." He thrust out. a hand to
complete the bargain and grasped
Skeeter's warmly. "Come on! You
keep Monk off so I can have a chance."
After the formal preliminaries Bun
said:
"I'd like ever so much to have this
dance. May I?"
"I'm awfully sorry," explained Miss
Shreckhize, "but Mr. Monk Hanes has
.just been insisting that 1 dance this
last with him. He's even- been reck
less enough to offer me a huge box of
candy. He has a bribe for you, too,
Skeeter." She glanced approvingly at
her partner, "Isn't he generous?"
Miss Shreckhize halted. Monk's face
was beet red, and Bun was glaring at
him like an Infuriated bull terrier.
Except for. a warnlug glance from
Skeeter she would have burst out
laughing.
The conspirators found the situation
was appalling, and it grew more so as
it lasted.
The orchestra struck up the musU
for the dance. Not a man dared movo
for fear of his fellow. Miss Slireek
hize smiled sweetly at them all and
said as gently as possible:
"Well. I'm terribly sorry I can't
dance it with both of you. But I can't,
so I'll Just have to dance It with—
Skeeter!"
"See you later," said Lafferty. swing
ing into the step, and ns he danced off
hegrluned.
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