Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1902-01-16

ator's bride. Tn actually frightened
when, look at my travelling gown.
Gray-it's the senator's abomination.
I had gray gown once, D., when
I first knew Freddie wore my
gowns long time in those days
and he said looked like cool, sweet
nun in it. He said should always
wear gray, it went SO we'll with vio-
let's. It was absurd of him, for my
eyes are really only an ordinary blue.
Now, isn't this the supremest folly,
D., and oughtn't to be ashamed
of myself! It is and am, but, Oh.
D am becoming desperately UNI
happy. L have not seen him for
week, D.. I'm seriously tempted
to trump up some excuse and go
down to his office.
May 27-I had luncheon with Fred
die to-day, and afterwards finished
my shopping. Yes, I know the for
mer was injudicious, but the latter
was, too, dear D.. For instance,
there's that box of pearl gray suede
gloves. Now, the senator thinks
woman should wear nothing but
white gloves. Freddie-ah, well, what
can it matter to me now what Fred
die ever said? He doesn't love me,
D.. I'm sure of that at last. I
went to Dorser's on purpose this
noon, for know he eats his luncheon
there, poor boy. It is breakfast for
him, working all night as he does!
He was there eating all by himself,
and sat down at the table with him,
though he never invited me. o, the
luncheons we've had together at that
little cafe and the fun of it all! I
have sold my birthright for mess of
pottage, and have realized it all too
late. Do you know, D., went to
that cafe with the deliberate inten-
ton of giving Freddie chance Of
telling me he loved me. What would
I have done if he had? Why, Tilted
the senator with good grace. Yes, I
would. But Freddie was-well, not
freezing exactly, but awfully grave
and preoccupied. He spoke of my en-
gagement quite calmly, hoped I'd be
happy, and then, in the most indiffer-
ent way, began to speak of Washing
ton life. And all the while I felt SO
small and so miserable and wished I
weren't woman, and I was tempted
to tell him then and there that
loved him and him only. Then I felt
a wild desire to break something and
I'm sure I looked wretched, and he
had such disgracefully good appe-
tite and-O, it was horrid! Well,
told him good-by and finished that
detestable shopping. o, D, am
SO unhappy. I love him, love him,
love him! I'd rather be his wife and
live in poverty and rags than be the
richest, the most famous woman in
the world.
June 2-The 18th is my wedding
day. The senator arrives on the 14th.
These American beauties over there
in the jardiniers are from him.
hate American beauties - great,
fuanting, gorgeous, overperfumed
things. But haven't told you the
news, dear D.. Freddie is manag-
ing editor of the Herald. Well, I
knew his genius would be recognized.
Dear boy, he deserves it. All me.
how often we've discussed in idle
moments what he would do if he were
ever at the head of big paper. It
seemed so very unlikely then.
June Received short note from
Freddie. Wants to know if I'll take
luncheon with him at Dorser's to-
morrow for auld lang syne's sake.
Will I? Won't I, though? Yes. dear
D., I know ought to have scru-
pies. My heroines would have, OF
course. In fact, if any of them were
in my place now she'd decline, like a
we'll brought up child and regret it
ever after. But, thank heaven, dear
D., I'm not heroine, but very
much alive, real flesh and blood wom-
an, and I've already accepted Fred
dies invitation. I added two lovely
negligee robes to my trousseau to-
day. Purest white, long and cling
ing, with plenty of foamy lace. The
senator-Freddie-
July 13-This morning my hus band
read everything I've written to you,
dearsD-. His dear eyes-the kind.
est, t1uest, bestest eyes laughed over
most of it, looked over grave parts,
but they smiled when it was finished.
Dear Freddie-did you give start
of surprise, dear D.? I fancied
you did, because, of course, you
thought it was the senator, which
shows, D., how stupid you are.
Why should marry the senator when
love Freddie, and he finally asked
me? It happened at Dorser's, at that
luncheon, you remember? Such day
as that day was. I'll never forget it,
D. Gray and somber and ghostly
and cherries, with a sobbing wind.
And felt exactly, D., as if I were
going to my own funeral, for I had
made up my mind that Freddie didn't
care for me. had planned to make
an irresistible toilet was not going
to be a deaths head at our last feast
! together-but with the weather it
was out of the question. I thought
looked like fright, though Freddie
told me afterwards-but never mind.
He was waiting for me when 1 got
there. The cafe was almost deserted
and everything seemed SO dismal.
Freddie was as grave as judge and
there was such lump in my throat
I was afraid to speak for fear I would
cry. Well, we struggled along until
the coffee was brought in, and then
Freddie seemed to arouse himself.
He leaned over and looked straight