Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1901-12-19

find no lodsment in his buoyanr
breast, then to be in love is to have
all places temples, all seasons sum-
mer. Sleeping, he dreams of songs.
Waking, his unconscious conscious
ness basks in perpetual glory whose
beams engulf one central shrine
wherein She is the hallowed saint.
Then to live, to be, to feel, to know
that one loves, to believe one is be-
loved, to endure heart-piercing rap
lures, to laugh at pains, to WOO, to
part, to meet again-a daily tempest
a mighty prayer. Oh, laughing little
god, whom kingly poets and poet
kings have crowned, we'll did those
who knew thee first perceive that
thou vert blind.
Why it was Celeste the one only
girl in all the world for the young
life guardian is hardly clear to those
who saw the bourge oning, the bud'
the blossom, of this waterslde TO-
nance. True enough, she was sum
GENTLY fair. Her lips were red, her
black ewes very bright, her white lit
tie teeth quite regular. Her supple
Young body was ravishing in its
maiden glories of rounded elasticity
and glowing tints, not even the en-
yious screen of her modest bathlng
dress could conceal this fact-but'
well, one shouldn't be captious where
81 much else was charming altogeth-
err. Her girl friends said Celeste was
vain, for one thing. For another
thew whispered among themselves
that she was a spiteful little she cat
who cared only for Celeste and none
other.
There, you bore. Go to ones neigh
hors to find out the truth. For my
part, I merely have concluded that
Celeste has 10 soul. But that is the
veriest speculation. One should be ra-
tional, and even fair, regarding ones
dislikes.
However it may be, when he had met
Celeste Elmer fell so deep into the
we'll of love that he would like to have
drowned there. Nor is this any meta
phor of speech.
She came almost every day, after the
first. The young guardian of the beach,
a giant with blue eyes and yellow hair,
an Antinous in naked calves and arms,
taught the fairest of all his visitors the
gentle art of floating, the strenuous
rush and swirl of the overland stroke,
the restful, evenhanded, tireless pro-
erosion of the breast stroke. She took
to the water like duck. After month
the pupil bid fair to overtake the mas
ter's skill.
She came first with her parents, and
younger brother or two, graceless
brats, canal bred, who had known how
to swim at birth, and WHO took deep
joy in splashing cold lake water upon
the timid and shivering Celeste at her
first venture. After time the elder
people came no more. They made Ell
mer's acquaintance and had confidence
in him. They saw at one keen glance
the strength in his great frame, the
honor in his clear blue eyes. To such as
he it is good to commit children, even
young girls. After time, too, the
brats also stayed away when they
thought it was the hour for Celeste.
You see, when she had learned no long
err to fear the water, and had become
mistress of bold stroke or two, she
rev.nged herself most thoroughly for
the early splashing the brats had given
her, and ducked them in deep water
most numerically, until they were
half strangled. Which fable teaches
much. There's a meaty kernel in most
fables, if one can crack the shell.
Celeste and Elmer used to swim to-
gether great deal, when the crowds
were gone, or had not come, for often
she sought the shore at sunrise, after
they were engaged-she was decor
Gus girl, in most ways, and duly reared
and they had glorious long distance
excursions in company, into deep wa
ter. Elmer insisted always upon hav-
ing boat along when she was with
him, out of extra care for his treasure,
he said; one never knew what might