The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1902-10-31

"only Two Gas Jets to Be Burned at
Once
/ faced Jane exhaustedly. Whats
all this?' begged to know.
Don't ask me-" said she grimly.
stIt's the way they have of talking to
you. It's that invisible principal who
does 1t. She is a mind reader. The
other day 1 thought l would bring my
sewing downstairs, where there was
more room. l had hardly settled my
self comfortably when, looking up, l
Spied sign, No Dressmaking Al
lowed In the Drawing ROOM"
II can't stand it!' l groaned Come
upstairs with me. We can look out
the window there and look at the sea
and breathe the atmosphere without a
special written request to desist."
This was how it happened that Jane
and 1 came to live in the open air, like
birds. We ate and slept in the Old
Steine road. That was all. Frequent
ly we found it impossible to go back
to eat. We went into little restaurants
instead where we had skate or a
fresh from the sea. We sat on the sea
front and watched the clouds. We
took a sail in the Skylark. We went
/ to sea in a skiff owned by an old
weather beaten sailor, who, finding that
we were able to row, left us with the
SOULS and, enSconcing himself in the
stern, lit his pipe and fell fast asleep.
We had paid for an hours rowing.
While he slept we made straight for
the horizon, from whence it took him
two mortal hours to row back. We
strolled along the beach, where the
fishermen were mending their nets,
asking them questions, to which we re-
ceived answers totally incomprehenSi-
BILE to landlubberly ears. We took rare
baths early of mornings, dragged into
the waves by the curious little wagons
and out again.
We took trip on the sea car, visit
ing the home of Rudyard Kipling. Go
ing, Jane concluded she would marry
the youth who was to wheel back to
London with her on Saturday.
Coming back the skies shone with
splendor. They mingled with the soft
blue of the sea. Perhaps he is sail
ing home to me now" she breathed.
"Who knows? l will wait for him.
"Goodv' said I. do"
She took my hand and held it. II
am sorry you are going away tomor-
row. she sighed. "You are sweet"
was pleased
Late last night we sat together at
the window in my room listening to
the moan of the sea. 1t took on
an added note of sadness, or was
it the pending separation from the
girl who, like fair white sloop, was
about to pass me in the night?
There were two narrow beds in my
room. l wished to have her sleep in
one, to be near, but on the landing we
found mysterious sign reading, "No
Changing Rooms or Occupying the
Same Apartment With a Friend Even
| For a Night"
1t was as Jane had said. They were
mind readers, those people who ran the
| boarding house for ladies in the Old
! Steine road.
Toward dawn | awoke from dream
! of Jane. l thought l saw her waiting,
waiting, waiting, for that lover of hers
in Australia. thought saw her gray,
| toothless, bent double with age and
ready for the grave, Still he came
| not
The next night left without telling
her my dream.
She accompanied me to the station,
Juggling my satchel all the way uphill
II shall be so lonesome without your
she walled. 81 believe l shall have to
let him come for me, after all, for com
pany."
II should if were you" said mad
vertently, absorbed with the fear of
| MISSING my trim In that event