The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1900-04-27

suit of his in the far east. and the Fairy
bounded into the darkness of his life
and fairly dazzled him. Somebody
had said that Frank Garrison bed
money.
There is no need to tell of the dish q.
sion that gradually cane. Frank found
his debts mounting up and his cares in
creasing. She was all sympathy and re-
greet when he mentioned it, but-there
were certain comforts, luxuries and
things she had always been accustomed
to, and couldn't live without. Surely he
would not have her apply to papa. 30,
but-could she not manage with a lit
tie less? He was willing to give up his
cigars (indeed. he had long since done
SOY and to make his uniforms last
year longer-he who was in his day the
most carefully dressed man at the
Point. Wcll-she thought perhaps he
ought to do that-besides-men's fash
oioBs changed but slowly, whereas wom-
EMS ''Well, I'd rather be dead than
out of style, Frank"
And so it went.
But if she did not love her husband
there was one being in whom her
frivolous heart was really bound up
Nita-her baby sister," as she called
her, and when Terriss, the colonel, went
the way of all flesh, preceded only few
months by the wife of his bosom. the
few thousands in life INSURANCE. he had
managed to maintain went to the two
dsughters. Not one penny was evef
laid out in payment of the debts of
either the father Or husband. Nita was
sent to an eXtravagant finishing school
in Gotham, and along in May of the
young girls graduating year, blithe lit
tie Mrs. Garrison arrived, fresh from
the far west, and after few weeks of
sightseeing and shopping the sisters
appeared at the Point, even half-mourn-
ing by this time discarded. Thirteen
years difference was there in the ages
of the Fairy Sisters, and not a soul save
those who kneW them in former days on
the frontier would have suspected it.
Mrs. Frank in evening dress Didn't look
over 20. .
One lovely evening early in August,
Latrobe began to show well to the
front in the run for the prize, the two
sisters had gone to their room at the
hotel to dress for the hop. 1t was their
custom to disappear from public gaze
about six o'clock, and when they came
floating down the stairs in filmy,
diaphanous clouds of white, the halls
were well filled with impatient cavaliers
in the natty cadet uniform, and the
women waiting to see. Then the sis
tiers would go into the dining-room and
have some light refreshments, with
glass of iced tea.and no matter how
torrid the heat or how flushed and
dragged other women might look, they |
were inviting pictures of all that was
ever fresh, cool and fragrant. The two
fluffy blonde heads would be hudeled
close together n minute as they studied
the bill of fare. and virtuous matrons t
other tables, tanning vigorously, would
sniff and say: CAD for effect. They
know that supper bill by heart. Ii
never changes" All the same, at the
bottom of this public display of sisterly
devotion and harmony and in spite of
occasional tiffs and differences, there
was genuine. affection on both sides,
for as 4 child Mia had adored Margaret,
and there could be no doubling the
elders love for the child. Some regi-
mental observers said that every bit of
heart that eldest Terriss girl had was
wrapped up in the little one. Neither
girl, even after Margaret's marriage,
would listen to word in disparagement
of the other, but in the sanctity of the
sisterly retreat on the third floor of the |
old hotel there occurred sometimes
spirited verbal tits that were quite dis |
tinctly audible to passers- by in the cor
ridor, provided they cared to listen,
which some of them did. On this es-
pecial August evening Mrs. Frank was |
in an admonitory frame of mind. They
had known Mr.. Latrobe barely three
weeks, and yet as Mrs. Frank was
around a turn in Filtration |
Walk, leaning on the arm of. the cadet |
adjutant, there in the pathway right |
ahead stood Nita, a lovely little picture,.
with downcast eyes, and 'Pat'' Latrobe
bending over her with love and passion
glowing in his handsome face, pleadingl
cGrging fervently to both her
tiny white-gfoved hands. Mrs. Garrison
saw it all in the flash of a SECOND, the
adjutant not at all, for with merry
laughter. she repeated some words he
had just spoken as though they were
about the. wittiest, funniest things IN
the world, and looked frankly tip into