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

aDoes she'll call the LIE Quesn,
the Ogress, because she has such al
endearing little way Of crunchint
eligible young men up. body and bones
I-does she natate?"
s'Swim? Like q bladder of lard!'
said Connie, disgustedly. "Wallopint
is the word for it. See here!" Shs
pulled out her fair cheeks and waved
ner arms and gave, on the whole,
not too exaggerated imitation of thu
aquatic frolics Of the lady in question
and Molly shrieked with laughter.
sWomen are never humorous unless
they're Jealous" she said, wiping he,
Drumming eyes when the performance
was over.
jealous? Do you suppose
Connie was beginning, when the other
cut her short.
jealous? OF course you are! And
if you want to cut out your hated
rival-do it in the water. Don't yor
have aquatic show-off days. when the
male club members race in the big
swimming bath, and the women sit il
the balconies and bet on the favorite
and vice versa, when the wome1
splash and the men look on?" Molly''
eyes twinkled as she stopped to wbis
per in Comics ear. "Pull her un
der-duck her-make her appear ar
idiot when Freddy Lorriker is look
ing on, and she may hold up her finger
until she perishes, after that, without
getting him back. Trust me! know
men!" said Molly.
ooh, you dear, darling, clever
thing!" screamed Connie, falling on
her friends neck in raptures. And
they went together to the Dips club
and lunched at the very next table
to Mrs. LIE Quesne, and she was very
kind and condescending to Lady Con
nie-so much that Lady Connie would
have given worlds to be able to hur]
outlet at her rivals head and chal'
lenge her to duel with pickle forks
Then, just before the second course,
the curtains dividing the gentlemen's
grill from the ladies' restaurant flew
apart-and Freddy Lorriker arose and
drifted with the tide in the direction
of his enchantress' table.
'There's your little girl, Tippy!"
said the enchantress, who had nick
names for all her victims, as she
haughtily motioned the captain to an
opposing chair. Clocks washy and
lovelorn, doesn't she? 0, you cruel
mani" She shook her finger playfully.
"Hang it, Nita!" protested the slave,
turning as scarlet as his mustache-
poor Connie called it auburn
''you're too bad! She-she heard
what you said, I'm sure she did"
"And then?'' The enchantress
arched her artfully darkened eye
brows.
20! and then-you know jolly we'll, "
growled the miserable Freddy, whose
power of repartee was as limited as
his power of resistance, "she'u be
hurt. You women are so jolly fond
of hurtin' one another!"
But the eyes that met his next min
ute were untroubled-the face of Lady
Connie perfectly serene. "How do you
do?" she nodded to the captain. "Are
you quite well again, and shall we
see you at the bi-monthly Frog
Match?"
"Frog Match was the newly invent
ed term for club swimming contest.
20, yes!" returned Freddy brilliant
~. ''That isl hope so! Though I've
no cause to be very fond of water
after South Africa"
"But there are no dead horses in
our swimming bath!" said Lady Con.
ME, land the high dive is the best
anywhere. Twenty feet deep that end,
you know. Do try it one day, Mrs. lie
Quesne! It's perfectly heavenly!
You run right out to the end of the
board, poise yourself, shut your eyes
and down you 60, like 40
"Stone!" suggested Freddy Lori
ker.
''Like an arrow" corrected Lady
Connie. Then she gave little nod to
the enchantress and another to Fred.
dy and tripped away, leaving two
images before the mental vision OF
the warrior, one being fair, slender
form clad in clinging garments OF
pale blue and white, with a jaunty
cap on it's golden hair, poised for a
swallow-like fight; the other that OF
q brunette of rather efflorescent per.
sonality and pronounced embonpoint
balancing awkwardly on the end OF
an elastic plank. He writhed a little
at this, and excused himself by say
ing that he had a twinge of his At
rican cramp.
"Little cat!" thought Mrs. Lie
Quesne, noting the labored lie and
reading Freddy like book. And be.
ing q clever woman, she then and
there formulated the mental vow
never to enter the club swimming
baths under any possible circumstan'
ces.
The next frog match was for male
members, ladies being present on the
balconies overlooking the swimming
bath by invitation.
$50 I must wait for my revenge
she said to Molly Verdon, as they sat
together, leaning on the gilt balus-
trade and watching the aquatic gam
bols of the sterner sex.
"There is the LIE Quesne," said Mol
ly, kissing her hand to man in a
striped mauve swimming suit. All, it
is Capt. Lorriker!"
"And he's going in for the 3o-yards-
under-the-water race" said Connie,
anxiously.
do not be ANXIOUS" said her
| friend sCant Iorriker is not in.