Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1898-02-04

10 GORGE, is that your
III It was the voice of Celia from the
balcony of our room on the first floor. i
craned my neck, and answered from
the hotel veranda, where l was engaged
in cutting the tip off my after-dinner
cigar.
Eyes, here I am. Won't you come and
sit with me? It's jolly
Celia disappeared into the room.
"What?" said Martin, stopping in the
gravel path below, where he was smok-
Ing in solitude. DO you want ne?'
II don't want you particularly" l
said.
''oh, Thought you said you did" said
Martin. .-.r-- .,-~.
Ibid you speak, Georgc?' said Celia,
emerging again upon the balcony.
Moves said. 1t is so difficult 70
tell the whole truth in a single word.
II thought you said you didn't want
me-" said Celia.
"Of course want vou," said. ''Come
along; it's delightfully."- quiet and pleas
anti
"Why the blazes can't you say what
YOU mean, if you mean anything at
alp" said Martin, from below.
hate explanations; and as it was OBJ
viously impossible to continue the con-
versation under existing conditions. L
determined to wait until the conditions
altered themselves The more especial
Nv, as I found my lounge chair exceed
ingly comfortable, after day in the
bicycle saddle; my cigar did not belle
its brand. and waiter appeared on the
steps with coffee for three. Doctors will
occasionally tell you-not, OF course
YOUR own doctor-that if you leave your
symptoms alone, lie on your back. and
don't worry, they will always fight to a
finish, one way or the other. So situa-
tions will always explain themselves
# you wait long enough and don't fidget
them.
The moon brushed aside i cloud and
net to work to illuminate the sea III real
earnest; behind me was the subdued
chatter of the hotel guests who were
filtering out of the dining-room: from
the distance came the cheerful click OF
billiard balls; and from below sounded
the soft ripple of waves upon single.
It was delightful.
what are you driviling about?' said
Martin, as he came up the steps of the
veranda.
George, do you want me or don't
your asked Celia. appearing through
the hall doorway. II can't make out
what you mean
"Herc is the Coffee" said. II am
myself involved in dialogue with two
people
20 George! And you such ped
ant!''. said Celia. ''Shouldn't it be a
Prologue, or something's?
'sNo, it shouldn't said. II find my
self involved in n dialogue with two
people who are out of hearing OF one
another. and the scheme doesn't work.
You can't carry on rational CONVERSE
ton that way. As soon as you get into
touch with one, you find out that the
other BY Jove! that seems to illus
trate something or other. wonder
ut only illustrates your incapacity
to grapple III a practical manner with
the simplest difficulty said Martin.
"Now, if you had said, loudly and dis
tinctly: I am sitting in the veranda
swering two people. my wife and
Martin Howard; let them both come
hither'-why, then
..Then.'' said T. CHANGING at the men
who were loafing in the doorway, they
would have sent for the manager. and
should have been put under proper con-
troll
IF you hadn't had the inspiration
said Martin, Ito marry wife with more
than ordinary common sense, you
would"
Sugar." said Celia, who was pour
ing out the coffee.
'sThat's right I said. eve won't
quarrel This is really the best part
of the day. That's what I like about
cycling. It's SO jolly when it's over.
and you have dinner and smoke, and
play billiards, and-Martin, we might
have a hundred up presently. There's
a very good table here
Seems good sort of hotel all
round" said Martin. ''I'm glad you
thought of asking me down. Excellent
smoking-room, too, considering the size
of the place"
Celia rose and leaned over the rail-
ing Of the veranda- Below a couple
of girls were walking up and down.
They had shawls over their heads and
were talking in whispers: The men
had scattered from the doorway, and
could see two or three ladies of middle
age sitting in the hall and reading spas
medically. I knew the books. I had
seen them on the shelves of the local
library.
whats the meaning of that sigh,
Mrs, Matthews?'' said Martin.
Celia turned, and leaning with her
back against the balustrade, wrinl,ed
her brovvs.
''When they invented hotels" said
Celia, II think they forgot that women
would sometimes stay in them"
Martin placed his head at the crit
Ical angle.