Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1899-11-02
Providence and a Sunbonnet
By Evan Mcpherson.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:

A DDIE ANDREWS was not girl IA
~ miliar with cities or with the city
Of New York in particular. She had
grown up in a small town in the state,
SO far as she had grown up at all. For
her brother Wat cast a doubt upon her
having ever attained more than half
growth, though she was 20 years of
age, and used to say that she was called
Addie "for Short" because she herself
was short, and Adelina was altogether
too long name for a girl of her
inches.
In spite of all this teasing, and great
deal more, Addie was entirely devoted
to this big brother of hers. He was, in
her estimation, man destined to be-
come as famous in art as any of the
dead-and-gone painters with strange
and difficult foreign names. And one of
the hottest and most desirable and mys-
FERROUS shrines on earth, was, in her
fancy, Watts studio in New York city.
She had golden dreams of the hard
work and the lofty intellectual efforts
of which that studio was the scene, and
from the moment when she knew that
her brother was established in it, she
made it one of her objects in life to ac-
complish a pilgrimage to ''the studio in
New York city, "
On his part, Wat was not privy to this
high ambition of his sister. His studio
was only ''the joint" as he saw tia
place where he was obliged to do great
loo1 ~ how'd Lo ole = Isl
most of his eating, and where he slept
nj night. It was not by any means one
of those studios where ''studio teas" are
given. It was not in a fashionable quar-
ter. In short, Wat never thought of it
rs a place where he could receive lady.
He did go so far as to describe it's To-
cation to Addie, when she asked him
about it in the summer holidays at
home. A couple of rooms on the third
floor, with two windows looking over a
fire escape on to street that was not
particularly charming as a street. AS
for its contents and it's furnishings, Wat
did not describe them in any such way
as to sharpen his sisters desire to see
them with her own eyes.
And yet her mind was made up. AT
the very first opportunity, on the slight
est pretext, she would journey to the
city and drop in, all unexpectedly, on
Wat. If she could get Nancy Blake to
60 with her, it would be all the better,
and Wat would be all the more delight
ed with the visit; but, whether or no.
she was going some time in the course
of that winter.
And, considering that she was unac,
customed to finding her way about a big
city, she carried her enterprise through
remarkably well, when, early in Novem-
Der, an excuse presented itself whereby
she could induce her mother to let he1
go to the city on shopping errand. By
the interested Politeness of half dozen
policemen and car conductors she found
her way to the building in which
was the shrine of her pilgrimage. There
was no mistake about it; the name Of
the street which she had written on hel
letters to Wat was on the lamp post al
the corner, and here was the number
No. 147--in plain letters over the door
So far all was well. Then Addie, will
much delightful anticipation of the sur
prise she was going to give Wat, pro
ceeded to climb a narrow flight O:
stairs. She was going up to the thirc
floor.
She had been repeating it to hersel:
ut intervals ever since she started frcr
home early that morning-"The third
floor"
AS Addie entered by the door on tn,
sidewalk level she saw one inside doc,
before her. "That," she thought, 'sis tn,
first floor studio.'
When she had climbed one fight o
narrow stairs she saw another door
That was counted as the second foo:
studio. One more flight to climb.
At last she got to Watts own floor
the floor of the shrine.
At least, so she imagined. There wa
enc more door on this landing, and, hav
ing kept count of the other floors an.