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

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AS Marcus Kimberley passed the
II Grafton on his way to Mrs.
Tim Prindle's tea, slender girl, with
soft yellow hair, puffed Ia Pompa-
dour over her face, crowned by
black velvet hat with nodding feath-
ers, stopped him.
isn't this Mr.. Wimberley?" she
asked. II think I met you the other
evening at the Columbia, in Mrs.
Prindle's box"
Kimberley raised his hat politely.
81 believe I had the pleasure. You
are Mrs. Prindle's cousin, Miss -
"Miss Gregory. came over to the
Grafton to call on my dearest friend,
and stayed too late. 1t is getting
dark, and these old avenues and cir
cles bother me so couldn't tell for
the life of me which way to turn,
when happened to see you, Mr.. VIM
berley. I hope you're going to the
tea
II am on my way to Mrs. Prindle's.
Perhaps we would better walk on"
Marcus suggested in a frigid tone.
"Of course. It's fearfully stupid of
me to be late, but she's my dearest
friend, Gracia Gaines, and yesterday
horrid brute of man almost ran
over her with his reckless driving.
AS it was, the horse stepped on her
foot. She's so lame she can't go any
where, and she's here on her bridal
trip. Wasn't it shame? Is this
Massachusetts avenue? I do think
Washington is perfectly lovely
Thus she chartered all the way to
Mrs. Prindle's smart little house on
N street, greatly to Mr.. Wimberley's
disgust. He disliked frivolous women
in general, and this girl with the
idiotic name of Katydid was his par.
ticular detestation.
1Please explain to Lillian I'll be
down in few minutes" Miss Greg.
DRY whispered as they entered the
hall.
"Just like her." laughed Mrs. Prin'
die in response to Marcus as he stat.
ed the case. However, all's well that
ends WE'LL
Mr.. Kimberley bowed and turned
away to speak to some acquaintances
He saw Katydid make her appear
ance within q surprisingly short time
dressed in pink mousseline, looking
as sweet and fresh as a blush rose.
Men focked around her, but Mar
Gus kept his distance, and soon took
leave of Mrs. Prindle.
''That girl is very bad FORM" he
mentally declared, as he lit cigar
and started on his homeward way.
"She acts on the principle that al
men can be captured with a pretty
face and yellow hair"
Although they met frequently
while the season lasted, Marcus re
NAMED coldly Indifferent to the facin
ations of little Katydid, who, on hel
side, remarked:
Horrible conceited prig! If there
wasn't another man in the world,
wouldn't take him. It's a shame he's
so handsome"
It happened, however, that March,.
was obliged to go west the following
summer on business.
On the homeward journey, just aft
er leaving the dining car one morn
ing he noticed clear-cut, girlish pro
file that looked familiar.
''That's Katydid Gregory" hi
thought. 'sOutlandish name-Katy
did. / forget she lived somewhere il
these wilds. Travelling alone, I sup
nose. Well, shall keep out of hel
way"
The day was hot, dull and tiresome
At last Marcus rose and gave him
self q little shake of capitulation.
Il must do something" he unused
"Her twaddle will serve to pass thu
time, at least"
For the first instant since he hat
reached manhood's estate, March,
felt embarrassed when Miss Gregor,
offered him her finger-tips, and said
with marked chilliness:
II am surprised to find you shoul'
remember me, Mr.. Kimberley"
The conversation was one-sided, bu
Marcus, pricked by her indifference
put himself on his mettle to be en-
pertaining.
sHave you seen any of the Angus
magazines? Let me send you som
ne mine There arc a few interesting
articles in them"
"Thank you. I don't mind lookin
them over"
Katydid unbent q trifie. She wa
lonesome, and this good-looking, tor
loftical man was better than nobod
to talk to.
After Marcus returned to his ca
he sent her the magazines and
plate of fruit.
Late in the afternooa he came dow
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