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

strong-minded looking elderly lady
seated in front of Katydid Gregory.
'.There's sick lady in my carr he
said, confidentially. II dunno what's
the matter Of her, and she's alone.
Somebody's goin' to meet her in Chi
cago, she says. Won't you come and
speak to her, MADAME"
''She shouldn't be travelling around
the country by herself, if she is not
WE'LL" snapped the lady accosted, add
ing, II can't do anything for her."
Whats that?" Katydid leaned to-
ward the perplexed porter across Mar
Gus Kimberley, SO near that her yell
low hair brushed his cheek.
"I'll go and see the lady. Excuse
me, Mr.. Wimberley," and she rose to
accompany the porter.
"But, Miss Gregory! 1t may be con-
tagious," Marcus exclaimed, in dis
may.
"I'm not afraid. Please let me pass"
and her eyes met his with a look of
determination. Marcus bowed, and
stepped aside.
"Headstrong and willful! She needs
somebody to look after her-needs it
badly" he said to himself.
They were nearing Chicago. Mar
Gus went and gathered his belongings,
then returned to offer his services to
Miss Gregory, as the train was over
an hour late.
He found her putting on her hat.
Observing Marcus she remarked, ut
is only chicken-pox, I think. The poor
thing was dreadfully scared-I'm glad
I went to her."
1T was rash in you to take the
risk" Marcus could not resist remark
ing, though he was glad she had such
kind impulses.
Katydid made no reply. Meanwhile
the train rolled into the station.
! Although the spotted-faced lady
found her friends waiting, Katydid
recognized none of the people as ia
miliar to her, and Marcus asked to
accompany her to her friends house.
ut is awfully kind of you," she
protested, but Marcus summoned a
cab and explained that he should be
anxious unless he knew she was safe
with her friends.
It was after ten o'clock when the
proper street and number was
reached, and in answer to several
rings sleepy-looking man appeared
at the door, with the information that
nobody was home. Mrs. Gaines had
gone to Belleview.
"Where's my letter." gasped Katy
did, quite upset by the news.
The fellow fumbled over pile of en-
velopes on the hall table.
"Guess it's here somewhere" he
said.
i Cant I stay? What shall do?"
er in distress.
"Let me take you to the hotel where
I generally stay, and put you in
charge of the housekeeper," Marcus
suggested, somewhat doubtfully.
'Guess you'll have to. Mrs. Gaines
took all the bed linen to the COTTAGE"
said the caretaker.
"You are placing me under great
obligations, Mr.. Kimberley" Katydid
said, dabbing her handkerchief to her
eyes. Such an annoying situation to
be placed in, she thought, ready to
cry.
"Don't mention it. am happy to
be of SERVICE" Marcus replied,
promptly squeezing her hand, while
he thought, 'She needs man to look
after her, and by Jove, I believe I'm
the fellow to do it. One cannot al
ways trust first impressions, and mar
rage will take off her crudeness.''
These sentiments increased to pos
tive convictions in the mind of Mar
Gus Kimberley the more he thought
OF them.
As soon as possible after an unus-
ually early breakfast, he walked over
to the hotel where he had left Katy
did, only to learn that Miss Gregory
had already gone to Belleview to join
| her friend. He was obliged to spend
) the morning looking after business
: matters, though, by afternoon, he de-
cided to run out to Belleview himself,
in order to see if Miss Gregory was
l well after her trying experience.
Fortune favored his pursuit, for
{ about the first person he saw upon
!, arriving at Belleyiew was Katydid, in
an immaculate white pique, accom-.
panied by her friend, dark, rather
{ showy-looking woman. Marcus was
E presented to her and walked home
: with them. Katydid was silent and de
mure, leaving the burden of the con
, versation to Mrs. Gaines.
81 can't stand this" Marcus groaned
) inwardly. I'm making an ass of my
: self, but that is the only girl in the
? world for me-"
The little hotel was crowded, bu,
: he managed to secure tiny room a
} the top of the house.
He spent the days haunting tn.
. Gaines cottage, for, a. ill-luck had 1t