Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1902-11-13

went By.
'And this year," she asked, school.
ing herself to calm Indifference.
This year? No, indeed. Ken says
he can't afford the railroad trip,
Mamma wrote and told him we want
ed to add fernery to the drawing
rooms this winter, and then it takes
such lot of money to dress deceit
ly-it's awful, the prices one has to
pay for gowns-so Ken very sensibly
sent ma NINA check and went right
out to the Pacific coast. Ken loves
work"
Mignon's pretty mouth stretched
slightly in suppressed yawn, and as
she rocked the wind blew her flimsy
gown, whose elaborate simplicity be-
token the touch of skilled, it expen-
sivc, professional, showing dainty
white kid shoes and white, open.
worked, lace-inserted stockings, for
Mignon was unsurpassably chic in her
gowning.
':The fall is delightful, but itmeans a
lot of hard work. Mamma and have
been shopping for two weeks anu
spending hours at Celeste's, and now
we find the drawing room furniture has
! to be gone over before give my early
winter reception. Then, too, the opera
begins so early-too carly. You must
come with us to the opening, cherie. !
wrote Ken that if / diaN't have hand
some new gown for thet night l posi-
lively would not go"
The shadows deepened in the soft
brown eyes, and an added melancholy
swept over the clear cut profile turned
to catch the evening breeze and the
pale light of the rising moon.
GLOW fond he was of music. Does he
still sing? His voice was so beautiful"
she said, stretching up to break half
blown rose from its stem.
"Sing? HOW on earth can Ken sing
when he has 10 potter around'that hor-
rid machinery morning, noon and
night? He looks awfully old. His hair
is turning gray. SO ridiculous! Ken's
Just little over 30. You ought to see
his working suit. Ovcralls and cap.
Fancy! He sent us his photo taken
while he was in the refinery. But we
tore it up. Mamma was furious. Did l.
show You the last one he had taken in
Cuba? It's dreadful, because re had
lust been sick with fever, but that
didn't prevent his working. He says
he can't afford to be sick, and believe
that's the best way to get we'll any
how. Just 60 ahead and not mind the
sickness"
"You mean to say your brother was
i'll and kept at his work?" Blanche
asked, flame of color sweeping over
her face, her eyes blazing with grief
and indignation.
"Why, you ought to know Ken we'll
enough to know he wouldn't stop work
for a silly attack of fever, particular
ly when he knows how much mamma
and I need. Why, year before last he
had rheumatism; he caught cold out in
Washington state. Well, he took a posi-
ton offered him while he could hardly
walk; and he was right, because
Charlie Duncan wanted it, and would
have gotten it if Ken hadn't gotten
there in time. I'll get you his photo"
With lazy grimace Mignon swept into
the library, and returning put Ken
neth's picture in Blanche's hand, too
absorbed in the approach of hand
some auto to notice the look on her
friends face.
"We've come for you, Miss Mignon.
We are going out to the lake." called
out the driver, as the vehicle stopped
before the front gate and lawn of the
beautiful old house.
| ''Get a wrap and come on Mignon.
It's such delightful evening. Well
take supper out there. I'm chaperon.
Wen be back by H."
Kissing her carelessly, with gay
words of excuse, Mignon hurried in
doors for the automobile coat of honi-
ton and chiffon, so skillfully made by
the fingers of Felicie, her French maid,
without noticing that Blanche still
held the photograph of Kenneth as she
went down the steps into the garden,
and passed out into the broad avenue,
where electric lights we're shining like
stars.
The machinery in the Pacific coast re-
fnery rumbled on in it's even, monot.
onous way, and hour followed hour.
while Kenneth went from the great
pans to the other parts of the house,
watchful and painstaking, until dawn
broke in the east, the sun rose, and
shrill whistle called six o'clock and
change of watch.
A half hour later Kenneth left tn.
refinery, going toward the building
where he, with the other employees
of the Pacific Coast refinery, took
their meals and had their rooms.
Entering his, which was small and
clean and bare, adorned only by three
photographs. one of a gray-haired lady,
whose characterless face still showed
remnants of beauty; one Mignon's-
beautiful and brilliant, where an all
absorbing egotism was yelled by the
witchery of the face and third, that