Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1898-07-15
A Middle Half Discovery
By INA BREvooRT.

TT WAS an evening in early spring:
and the windows of Mrs. Darling
toms room had been opened to admi:
the fresh air, laden with promise OF
summer. But, alas! the breeze carried
with it something more-the sound of a
violin played very badly.
'1There's that dreadful noise again.
You will have to close the windows,
Jane" said Mrs. Darlington to her maid,
who laid down the curling tongs and
obeyed her mistress. Mrs. Darlington
turned from the silver-laden dressing
table before which she sat, and con-
fronted her husband, who was on the
other side of the room reading his pa
per.
cts no use, James," she said, rising
anger and peulance mingling in her
tones; 81 simply can't stand that noise.
You must speak to that man to-mor-
row.
.'My DEAR answered her husband, in
q slightly amused tone, show many
times must I tell you that should be
making myself ridiculous? The man
has q right to play on his own violin in
his own house."
4, ''Play! Do you call that playing?"
* ''It is what every beginner has to GO
through, and by whatever name you
choose to call it, it is nothing to which
we have any right to object said Mr..
Darlington. eff he played at unsea-
sonable hours, or if we had illness in the
house, should have some excuse for
complaining"
Illness, indeed. And what do you
call illness, I should like to know? If
this annoyance continues, my nerves
will be worn to nothing in a short time"
Her husband thought this might be
. very good thing, but he did not say
SO. He was too wise man for that.
Instead, he returned to his paper and
silence reigned, but not for long.
There, now you may go, Jane; Twill
ring when want you again." said Mrs.
Darlington, when the last strand was
waved and her hair had been carefully
dressed.
When the maid had noiselessly left
the room, Mrs. Darlington said, some
what impatiently: Il do wish you
would attend to me, James,"
"What is it, my dear?" said her hus-
band, mildly, again laying aside his
paper.
"'What is it?' You don't listen to a
word I say''-and Mr.. Darlington's pa
per was not taken up again until his
wife had entered her carriage, and been
driven rapidly away.
1.-The idea of putting such house in
this neighborhood! 1t was ridiculous
thing to d." said Mrs. Darlington to
her intimate friend, Mrs. Mason, as they
sat at lunch together on the following
day in the great dining-room in the
formers house. The massive sideboard
lowered above them majestically, its
burden of silver and cut glass sparkling
in the one ray of sunlight which
pierced through the closed blinds. The
air outside was soft and fragrant, but
Mrs. Darlington's head ached-hence
the dim light.
'Who owns the house, and why did
youallow anyone to build there?" asked
Mrs. Mason. "You told me once that
you intended buying that lot for rose
garden"
II did, replied her friend, "but !
thought there was no hurry. did not
suppose the man who owned it would
die, and leave the lot to some nephew,
who would obstinately refuse good
offer because he wanted to build his cot.
tage there. 1t is a cottage-nothing but
a cottage" she finished, setting down
her teacup with force that made both
cup and saucer rattle.
ut certainly is a pity" said Mrs. Ma
son, as they rose from the table ant
strolled out to the piazza, with its invit
ing hammocks and comfortable chairs
Unconsciously they both looked owe
at the offending house. It stood on tn,
next street, SO that it's back window
faced the back windows of Mrs. Oar
lington's establishment, and the tw,
yards were divided only by light iro,
fence.
The little cottage was so new ant
clean and neat that it looked like to,
house. Each window pane shone lik
diamond in the sunlight, and tn
whole place, from the porch with it
lines of snowy glass towels hung alons
one side, to the tiny flower garden, ant
the lawn that resembled a poke
handkerchief, was marvel of neatnes
and order.
"They seem to take great pride in tn
place." said Mrs. Darlington. II hav
been in number of such houses whe1
I've been visiting my poor, but the,
usually look very untidy. 1 can tell yo
just what they probably have in tn
parlor. Mating on the floor, horsehai
furniture with worsted tides: one tabl
with photograph albums and anothe
with stand of wax flowers. They ma
have black walnut whatnot, but
doubt their having arrived at that dis
tinction yet, as they were only just MAJ
ried when they moved in, four month
ago. The furniture man comes prot
ably every week and collects two dol
lars. You see, know all about sue