Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1897-10-15

shaded and inviting, but Katesie per-
versely insisted on the steps and the
hot morning sunshine; pussy loved the
warmth and sunshine. Lambert soupht
10 stroke and caress Sabina. since
Sabina was held tight over a thumnine-
little heart and close under rosy lips
and dimpled chin and soft, flushed
cheeks. His fnger-tips thrilled at the
delicious proximity, and Sabina mag.
netically perceived it and Indignantly
SET back her ears and Kissed, whereat
ne plnched her ears and was promptly
bldden to go sit ovuh yawnduh + YOU
cahnt leave huh yuhs Alone" where.
upon he transferred his attention to
Sablna's flashing tail and precipitated
row. Sabina clawed and struggled:
the outraged caudal bristled like bot.
tie washer; Katesie sought to soothe
with more hugs and kisses and those
emotional and passionate mouthings
which women lavish on their feline
1avorites. "Oh, UNI Cattums! I'm
Alttums!-um Possums!-um Twee-
tums!" rapturously exclaimed Miss
Walton through her close pressed lips,
us she buried her nose in the fluffy fur:
and this was more than Lambert could
stand. With sudden quick decision he
lifted the astonished Sabina from the
damsePs arms and dropped her on all
Tours on the grass plot below. Then, he
seized her mistress by her empty hands
"Katesie, do you suppose I've waited
all these weary months to see you
n1 lie
no answer now, after all I've told you,
after my coming SO many hundred
miles?''
Her hands were writhing about in his
grasp, making every pretcnse, and no
real effort, at getting away. "Ah didn't
tell oyu to come" she finally pouted.
"It's no time for trif1ing, Katesic.
I've loved you dearly-ever so long
ever since the time you leaned this bon-
ny head upon my shoulder"
"Ah didn't! All nevuh did!"
"You did; and I've got five glossy
threads of your beautiful hair to prove
it,"
1T was all the fault of that hold
shoulder-strap. All hate it, and youth
hateful TO- reminding me- of it'll" And
still her hands kept writing in vain
impotent pretense at struggling. He
held them with scarce an effort.
WELL" said he, solemnly, "they will!
never vex your soft cheek again, Kate
sic. have worn them for the last
time"
"Yo' have?" and now the struggles
seemed gradually to cease, or their con-
tinuance became purely mechanical,
and the big. deep gray eyes looked wist-
fully up through their long, curving
lashes. "Whut-whut fob, Aid like 10
know?" She didn't quite say "!ahke."
"Well, several reasons have been set
before me. Mother is getting on in
years, and wishes could be near her,
Instead of half across the continent
away"
She was looking up at him very SOL
EMMY now.
"Ah nevuh could bcah you in those
things-cits," she said at last.
"Brava! You are mastering army
vernacular already, Katesie," he an
swered, his eyes twinkling. "And do
you think you could bear ME if con-
tinued to wear the old shoulder-straps?
All, Katesie, it's too late. Here they
are And, transferring '1nresisted one
snowy wrist to contact with it's fellow
in the grasp Of his Left hand, he drew
forth from an inner pocket an oblong
parcel in which lay the light-blue vel
vet straps, wound round and round
with silken threads of hair. II couldn't
bear to turn them over to anyone but
you," he so]emnly said. "They are
mine no longer"
She was silent u moment. Then the
deep gray eyes were again uplifted,
studying with troubled gaze the SOL
dierly, sun-tanned young face.
"Ah'd much rather you were going
to keep on weahing them" she said.
"But thought you hated the very
sight of them-and the uniform"
"That was bcfo' Brothuh Floyd woh
it,"
He had repossessed himself of the
little hands by this time. "Then you
do like the army blue 4 little? How
wish I'd known this sooner!"
"The army isn't so bad, now that
some southern gentlemen are going
back into it," she answered airily.
1T would be still more attractivewitl!
a certain southern girl know in it,
"Ah don't see how that would do you
any good, # you're going to leave it,"
"Ah! It was the army was thinking
of just then-not myself. Thank you
for thinking of me, Katesie." And now
his eyes were trimming over with
mingled tenderness and 1nerrimcnt. He
had raised her hands, and. placing them
palm to palm, stood clasping them.
their rosy fingcr-tips close to his lips.
"Ah didn't! All wasn't! Let 60 ma
hands. Mist Lambuht." And once
again she began TO writhe, simply to
feel his resisting power. "Ah wouldn't
live like some Of those women do at the
foht-just like gypsies."
NO. responded Lambert, demure-
". ''That's what a lady friend of yours
told me; she said you were a spoiled
III Ia southern rirl brought up without