Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1899-02-24

|
too ravens. But life in this burg would
make raven out of any robin
Kittie laughed softly.
II am afraid you haven't grasped the
moral very well yet, Sadie. No matter
how black the cloud is it has it's silver
lining, and you must keep on singing
until you have found it. We won't al
ways be in this burg. Why, last even
ing met May Spencer. She is home
on visit, and while stood talking to
her wondered how so wealthy and so
elegant a man as her husband ever
come to form such an attachment. She
is not at all clever, and she is neither
pretty nor Stylish" and Kittie couldn't
resist snatching little glance at the
reflection of her own pretty face and
stylish tailor gown that fit close to
her perfect form in the mirror opposite.
'Of all our girls May was certainly
the most ordinary. In fact she was in
ferior," said Jessie.
eyes, that is all true, but if she hat!
not gone east for that visit she would
never have met her banker" argued
Sadie. Zone never meets man like
him here, and here we seem fated to
stay"
you can't tell what day there may b.
convention of bankers, or bonanza
iron kings, or Coal Oil Johnnies called
here, and we shall all meet our fate"
Grandmother says never go to mar
ket for your husbands, the best are
brought to your door," laughed Kittie,
"Oh, I suppose some day there will
be a great commotion at our door and
the bell will ring long and loud, an
nouncing the arrival of stranger.
Mother will 60 to the door and youth,
handsome as god, will inquire if she
is Mrs. Atkins. Mother will answer
him yes, and he will ask if she has a
beautiful daughter named Sadie. again
mother will answer yes, and he viii!
say bring forth the maiden-'she is
my fate" Then the three girls laughed
merrily.
"Well, I can't say whether it will be
like that, or whether you will fall down
the front steps and sprain your ankle
and be carried in by one of the delegates
tothisconventionthatI have promised
said Kittie. "But for myself, I have
never thought of my millions coming
with a man. I have always felt that
some day or other grandfather would
strike oil. am like woman grand
mother tells of, feel certain that the
daJ will come when the rustic of my
silks and the sparkling of my diamonds
will startle people"
'Tell the story Kittie," said Jessie.
"Your grandmother.s stories are al
ways good"
+, "Well, grandmother had neighbor,
in Londonerry, such happy, cheerful
woman. Her husband was carriage
maker, and they were in very independ-
ent circumstances. They had only
two children-Miles and Kathleen,
Miles was attending the Dublin college,
and Kathleen was at a convent in Paris,
when the hard times came in Ireland.
, The first to feel the depression were the
carriage makers, and this family had
to sell their pretty home, and take a
smaller place. The children were taken
from school and Miles, a big, handsome
fellow, joined the English army and
was sent with his regiment to India
The family kept getting poorer and
poorer. Kathleen was lace maker
and for long time they lived on what
her sales of lace brought in, but as the
people all became poorer there was no
demand for real lace and thus their
only means of support was cut off. But
grandmother says that sweet woman
never forgot how to smile, and when
they were SO poor they could be no
poorer, she would say: Never mind :!
Mrs. Naming, we will be rich again, and
the rustic of my silks, and the flashing
of my jewels will startle people, and
sure enough it came about. She had a
bachelor brotherin India, who, after her
marriage, never corresponded with her,
because she married against his wishes.
But when Miles went to India, and his
uncle heard his story. he bought him
oua of the English service, and very
short time after that he died, leaving
Miles sole heir to his fabulous wealth.
The boy came home, and boughta mag
nificent estate for his parents, and his
mothers prophecy came to pass. They
were the envy of the country around
It sounds like a fairy tale, doesn't it?
but it is one of those truths strange as
felton,"
"Isn't it lovely" said Sadie. II be-
lieve it pays to be cheerful"
Indeed it does,' said Kittie. "I have
watched people scold, and fret, and sulk
their lives away; take every planin fact
to make life worth the living except to
learn, as they drink ,ife's bitter tonic,
to smile across the cup If it never
brings gold, bright face and hopeful
disposition makes you and those around
you happier oftentimes than money
could. Like virtue, cheerfulness is it's
own reward" As Kittie said this she
glanced at the little gold clock on the
mantel. "Girls, it is Is minutes to four.
I must CO."
ooh, dear! I wish you could stay
longer. have enjoyed this visit so
much. Your life is regular little SER
mon, if you never preached, Kittie,' -
said Jessie, looking up into Kittie's soft
brown eyes.
81 didn't mean to preach, little one,"
laughed Kittie. "But there is no rea-
son in the world why either of you girls
should be blue. Fall is not the time to
be melancholy. It's the time to be real
jolly Then Kittie said good-by and
was gone, leaving the girls brighter and
better for her visit