Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1901-01-31
very much longer, anyway, ard the
pleasure of seeing his lady-love on her

very much longer, anyway, ard the
pleasure of seeing his lady-love on her
balcony, montionless in her white
gown and black mantilla, was quito
enough to repay him. After he got
her safely, she should be amply re-
paid for the long delay and the man
ner in which she had denied his suit.
Ynez, meanwhile, took things quiet
ly, sewing little in her own room,
and trying on patiently the magnifi-
cent trousseau which Dona Antonio
was having made for her, and for
which Don Fernando-as per the
usual Mexican custom-would foot the
bills. Some of the Mexican customs
are beyond improvement; this is one
of them.
To see that her bird did not escape,
Dona Antonio kept the room locked in.
variabiy, and on the rare occasions that
the girl went to mass, escorted her in
person, with guard of two servants.
She had dealt with refractory Spanish
girls before, but this one was half
American; one had to be extraordi.
IdIJ.y Cdlcl 40 lAAlC "Cht ohs INV
ever, the old woman grew little less
cautious. For example, at the hour
when Don Fernando appeared to 'play
BEAR" and she had seen Ynez safely
stationed in the barred balcony, with
both doors locked, Dona, Antonio
would go across the street to have a
chocolate and gossip with an old
friend of hers. From the place where
she sat with. her friend she could see
the girls dim form and futtering
draperies out on the balcony, and
could watch Don Fernando as he tot.
tered up and down beneath her, now
mopping his tired face and now and
then casting up amorous glances at
his bride-elect above. Knowing full
well whom she had to deal with, and
even in spite of the fact that the
keys of Ynez room were in her pock-
ct, the dona never removed her eyes
from the white figure in the balcony.
So long as it was there things were
all right.
One day-one fatal day-Dona An.
tonia left her niece a little earlier
than usual, having to see certain
modiste; later, she would go to see
her crony, as usual. Ynez, at the time
of her departure, was busily trying
a new white gown on new-fangled
American dress form. So occupied
was she with her work that she did
not even seem to hear her aunt as she
withdrew, closing and locking the
door, taking the heavy keys in her
hand. Three minutes later the girl
did hear the heavy Spanish street door
swing to below, and knew that she
had at least five minutes respite be-
fore Don Fernando arrived on the
street below for his 'bear-playing"
act.
With trembling hands she dragged
the white-robed dress form close to
the balcony, twisting heavy black
mantilla about the neck and pinning
fluttering handkerchief to the waist.
Then, watching carefully, she slid the
cleverly made-up form into the very
corner of the heavily-grated balcony,
pulling down the curtains and vines
so as to conceal the fact that the body
had no head. For that matter, she
knew well that in the gray dusk
neither the dim eyes of her aunt
across the street nor the bleary ones
of old Fernando below the balcony
could see more than the white outline
of the figures skirt.
Then she set to work with file
that. she had guarded carefully in her
bag Of bicycle tools. 1t was fiesta
day; not a servant remained in the
great house; her aunt was safe for
more than an hour in the house oppo-,
site, and down in the street paced Don
Fernando, leering at the dim white
figure on the balcony, and thinking
fondly OF how he would tame the pref
ty vixen, once she was safely his. Ten
minutes fling did the work; and
shortly thereafter Ynez, with her
money and jewels hidden safely in a
big purse, made quick flight from
the room, down the servants stairway
and out of the back Of the house.
There, running hurriedly down back
street, she was met by John Ward,
who had with him a couple of fleet
horses. In half an hour they were
"oyer the border and awa'," and next
morning were safely married.
The scene upon Dona Antonia's re-
turn leave you to imagine. The open
door and young Wards file told the
story, and she promptly went into
violent Mysteries. AS for Don Fernan-
do, he had an attack of fury when he
heard the news that finished his ca
reer. And good radiance of bad rub
bish Mt that, you will doubtless say.
Mrs. L. NJ. Terry, in San Francisco
Argonaut.
A Dukes Grim Joke.
The duke of York is great cigar
cite smoker. and has been told by his
medical men over and over again that
he ought to "knock off, the deadly
cigarette" entirely. Anent this the fol-
lowing good story is told for the first
time: Acertain clever but>very bigot.
ed and cantankerous old physician was
continually DINING into the dukes
ears not ONLY the danger of smoking