Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1899-12-14
A Moment of Danger.
EY MORAN VYNNE.
HERE always comes time when

Him COluSS q tlHC WHICH,
aman's love changes"
20, but that's nonsense, you know;
lots of husbands and wives really do live
happy, even after"
''Of course they do; love may change
for the better, but it changes all the
same. A time comes when the man
stops worshiping the woman as an i'm
possibly superior being, and knows she
is only his fellow-creature after all
not his superior, perhaps not even his
equal. But if the woman is wise, and
takes the change as matter of course,
not resenting the loss of worship, but
makes herself sweeter and more de-
sirable as fellow-creature than she
was as mere ideal, then, provided
the man is worth loving, the very best
sort of love begins. .,.
'But it is dangerous time. The
worst danger is that another woman
should appear on the scene in the char
acter of the impossibly superior being
just when the husband has begun to
see faults in the wife. Such a woman
would have been no cause of danger
before that time of change, she would
be no danger when once it was safely
past; but if she chances to appear
just at the dangerous moment, there is
NO saying what may happen"
These words weighed heavily on
pretty little Beatrice Farleigh's mind
as she rode alone, except for the guard
ianship of her groom, to the meet at
Tarent End. They had been spoken long
ago by dear, kindly, prosy old Gen.
Tarent, who knew the world, but man
aged somehow to love it no less for
knowing it.
Well, she was married now, and the
time of change had come; her husband
was quite aware of her faults. He
knew she had a temper, that she
could make sharp speeches, and was
not always quite in the right when she
quarreled with her friends. That was
why he had laughed at her dislike of
Mrs. Casilis. .-..a
He had gone as far as laughing at
her when he thought her in the
wrong-her words were no longer the
inspired utterances of an angel. But
he laughed affectionately; there was no
trace of that sheer that tells woman
she may as well give up the fight, for
love is SO near dead that only miracle
can revive it.
Her hand trembled on her bride, and
her spirited mare, taking advantage of
the tremble, plunged in among the
crowd gathered in the roadway outside
the front of Tarent house. One or two
people looked at her with as much sur
prise as irritation.
"Why, Bee!" cried one of two girls
who had been chatting together.
whats the matter with you? Were
you asleep?"
isn't Lord Farleigh with you?' said
the other. II thought he didn't let
you come out alone?"
AS if in answer to the girls question
and her own thoughts, Lord Farleigh's
figure was at the moment silhouetted
against the sky on the summit of a little
rise in the road. Mrs. Casilis was with
him. riding Telegram, horse of Far
leigh's which he had never allowed
Beatrice to mount.
"And he didn't even tell me! I could
almost hope she'll get spill. Well,
it's my chance to-day. may be dull
little thing compared to her, but I can
ride, and he and she shall see it to-
day"
Gen. Tarent turned from a group of
men with WHORE he was eagerly dis
snssing some matter of local politics to
help her to alight; his manner was I'M
usually kind and fatherly. He gave her
n charge of Dick Atterbury, to be taken