Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1900-11-22
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: A LOVE SET :
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0NE sunny morning in early July I
sat with my sister. Lady Emily,
by the side of the river. Nature had
donned her summer dress the river
flowed silently away between banks
in green dresses, trimmed with PUSHES,
among which the water diamonds
sparkled in the sunshine. Great trees
hung loving over the clear water, gaz-
ing at their finery mirrored in its
depths, as if they would never tire
of admiring themselves in their beau
tiful summer clothing. This is Lady
Emily's description of the scene. l
was busy fishing. There seemed no
one in the world but ourselves and the
flies.
"Where is Tommy this morning."
1 inquired, rescuing my hook from the
interior of a misguided fish. Emily
emerged from parasol, behind which
she had retreated during the opera
ton, She said I reminded her of Nero
on such occasions.
81 have sent him into the village to
do some shopping for me- she ex-
planned.
whistler softly.
"Three miles in the heat! Great is
the power of love-"
Oh him ~
said Emily.
"Oh, he'll be all right. Ice applied
to the head works wonders" l re-
marked, cheerfully.
''It's not that; but-but I believe he
is going to propose"
II should not think so," I said, ju-
dicially. Ellis feelings when he re-
turns from the village, very hot and
tired, will be rather those of hatred
of the tyrant who sent him on such
journey"
II shall mix him some good oatmeal
water"
"And add insult to injury"
HE says he likes it,"
''Then probably he will propose.
Matters seem to have gone far"
"But it will upset everything if he
does," said Emily, plaintively.
"Why?" I inquired.
"Because-it's impossible of course
and he'll 60 away, and [ shall be
without anyone to-to-fetch things
from the village"
"Shall I awaken the echoes of the
past?" said I, presently.
I began to count the echoes on my
: fingers. "Charlie Musgrave! Lord
Hartley!"-and so on, until I began
again at my thumb. Then Emily in
terfered.
"You dare!" she said.
For time neighboring cuckoo
monopolized the conversation.
Then Emily said: ''There's Tom
my"
A white figure was crossing a bridge
little way higher up the river. There
was WEAKNESS in his gait that went
to my heart, and seemed to feel in
myself the torture of thirst that must
possess him.
"You are going to meet him?" in
quired, seeing Emily rise.
eyes," she replied, giving herself
that wonderful little shake with
which woman can Danish all disor-
der from her attire.
Returning home in the cool of the
evening, I observed letter lying on
the table addressed to Emily in a
hand Enthusiastically masculine. I was
informed tnat she was out, also that
Mrs. Boyton was out. drew my con-
illusions, and, knowing the favorite
haunts of my sister, took the letter
and went out in quest of them. I
found them sitting together under
the trees, watching the fish rising at
the flies. At least, that is what they
said they were doing.
II hope am not intruding," said I.
"Oh, mol" said Emily.
"Certainly not-very pleased-lovely
evening-warm!" muttered Tommy,
inarticulately.
fancieS he was not quite sincere,
and proceeded to offer one of my best
cigars, as proposition. I lit another
myself, and we sat in silence for manv
minutes. The air was intensely still:
the blue smoke wreathed upward, and
hung in miniature clouds over our
heads, to the great discomfort of the
neighboring flies.
do you want the boat this even
ing?" inquired Tommy, abruptly.
mo"
evil you come on the river?" he
asked of Emily.
She assented, and, as they rose to
go, remembered my mission and
produced the letter.
For you, Emily said, giving it to
her. II think from the writing it is
from-er-well-you know!"
There was an infinite subtility of sug-
gestion in my voice; I rejoiced in my
diplomacy.
But Emily glared at me.
eyes, certainly I know!" she said
"Dolly HARDWOOD promised to write t.
me this week from Paris"
Now the postmark said the letter
came from London. They departed
but not before Emily had hurled at me
In an intense whisper, the word SILLY!