Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1901-04-27
Il have something to say. Miss Olga"

i have something to say, Miss Olga"
casting it on the hot wind. He en-
tered his office and took down the
buster that had been taking a pro-
tracted rest. Every book and piece of
furniture was gone over carefully and
re-arranged. When he sat down to
his desk again there was a tidy and
prosperous appearance about the room
that 1t had not worn since the days OF
the railroad boom. John d. Marberry
had finally determined that the fate of
Archer should be his fate-sink or
swim, survive or perish-he would
remain in Archer.
He went industriously to work on
an abstract of the county, an under
taking he had given up some weeks
before from sheer encouragement.
He was still writing when a buggy
rolled up to the door. He looked up.
surprised at the interruption. Miss
Ola greeted him cordially. He has
tened out to assist her from the buggy.
If her fathers financial embarrass-
ment weighed heavily on her mind,
she was successful, indeed, in conceal
ing it. She was the same fresh, SEN
sible. charming Miss Ola.
Il have just read the Star, Miss
OLA began Marberry. when they were
seated. You'll pardon me for refer
ring to it, and allow me"
Excuse me-" broke in Miss Ola;
but please do not mention it, There's
nothing to be sorry for-we still have
the home place and. you know, have
secured position in the school. After
all, what is a little more or less prop
erty? Here are some papers father
told me to hand to you. He wishes
you to look over them" She rose to
go. Marberry rose also.
Il have something to say to you,
Miss OLA" he began, stepping nearer:
something 1 would have said before
this had it not been for certain cir
cumstance5 and which, but for certain
other circumstances, 1 would not say
now"
Miss Ola resumed her seat.
4 desire you to know, Miss OLA" he
continued hesitatingly; that love
you"
Miss Ola's eyes were on the floor.
roses came and went on her cheeks
Then, she looked up sweetly and said:
I'm sure, Mr.. Marberry, I'm not dis
pleased"
Not a single client dropped in to
interrupt the conversation that fol-
lowed. But then, if there had been
clients in Archer it would not have
happened just as it did.
The rival sign across the street was
still screaking and tapping fruitlessly
when Marberry and his visitor stepped
into the buggy and rolled Off
Taylor eyed them critically over the
corner of his paper. There was some
thing telltale about his rival that
caused his thoughts to go wandering
back to sunny day-now buried.
with many other bright things, in the
past-when he lad entered the land
Were Love is king.
''There'll soon be another local in
the Star" he unused. and his thoughts
drifted back to silent streets, scorched
prairie, and bad investments.
A few months later there was a quiet
wedding out at Mann's Ranch. Tooly.
of the Star, was best man. Taylor
congratulated his rival heartily. Mar
berry-well. Marberry-was happy.
Archer is no longer a deserted viii
lage, but thriving western metropo-
lis. The screaking sign that tapped
above Marberry's Office has long since
ceased to screak. Marberry occupies
elegant rooms above Mann and Mar
berry's bank. Those who write him
use the prefix Hon"