Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1902-10-30

with the purple hills beyond. You
should have seen them in the canoe
skimming the waves. She among the
cushions, deep in dreams, while he,
carelessly watchful of wind and wealth
er, pictured to himself future with
her.
But Nemesis, riding hard, was close
behind Mr.. Hathaway.
They were walking one day and
spoke of the revolution. my grand
fathers mother stood on balcony in
Philadelphia when the American
troops entered he said. "she waved
welcome to them"
"The old Continentals in their ragged
regimentals," Dorothy quoted. MY
grandfather's father was one of them"
"Perhaps she waved to him." the
young man said. Suppose they had
met and loved and married. You and
I would have been brother and Sis
ter"
This statement was open to criti-
cism, but the subject seemed to lead up
TO something the little lady was not
ready for, and she suddenly discovered
that she wanted to drive. Mr.. Hatha'
way started to get carriage. Some
thing in his manner impelled her to
ask if he could drive. He confessed
that he could not.
'To tell the truth, know less about
driving than a COW knows about set
ting up spinnaker," he said. II don't
even know what they call the port
side of horse! will take driver"
With slightly heightened color
Miss Dorothy explained hat she
could drive and detested driver at
summer resorts.
But when they were seated il the
run about" she relented and gave
him the reins, saying: II will teach
you to drive, as you taught me to
SAIL"
Half mile brought them to turn
in the road, the horse trotting sc"
dately. Mr.. Hathaway was nervous.
"Wen have to come about there"
he said. "How do you do it?'
She showed him, and, bracing his
feet as they came to the turn, he
said:
LET 20 the weather sheet!" and
dropped one rein. "Haul in the leo
sheet!"
mo, no." she cried. Don't pull
with both hands!"
"What shall I make this line fast
to?" lie hauled it'taut and gave it
couple of half bitches around his
foot. The horse stopped, looking
around reproachfully.
"She's in stays!" Mr.. Hathaway
cried. "She'll never make it. Throw
her head over to port!"
Miss Dorothy took the reins and
started the horse. Mr.. Hathaway
drew a long breath. "That was a
good maneuver," he said, looking
back at the turn. ''But I would feel
better if we had an anchor aboard"
He was not good pupil. He pulled
the reins as he would halyards, and
after learning the use of the whip
kept it going on the smallest provo
cation. Half an hour gave Dorothy
enough of it, and three-quarters gave
the horse too much. Nearing home
he dropped his head, burst the check
rein, and ran furiously.
Hathaway threw his whole weight
on the reins and they snapped.
| The horse had some speed, and,
with ears laid back and long head
stretched well out, ran at great
clip. The runabout swayed FROM side
to side dangerously. Dorothy, look
ing coldly at Hathaway, saw shat he
was badly frightened.
She'll go ashore in minute" he
gasped. Well be ground to powder"
and he began crawling over the back
of the seat. ~..
'I'll drop~ TIE Stern and help
yon, ne cried.
y She heard his feet on the road, and
then knew he had let go of the run
about. Then the horse turned down
narrow lane, and Dorothy closed
her eyes.
Suddenly a man sprang over a fierce
and threw himself recklessly at the
horses head. Dorothy saw a strong
hand on the bit, red face. large
flashing black eyes, and body that
was high in the air at one moment
and the next under the horses feet.
Then the race ended and she was lift
ed from the runabout and hurried in
to hospitable house.
The canoe man vanished, but the
hero IF the runabout called on Dor
othy that evening. He was Il fresh
faced young man, who blushed when
she gave him her hands.
"Your action was nobel" she cried.
1T was magnificent.
I'm the head hostler at Smiths"
lie explained, proudly. II can stop
horses dead easy.
She locked at him curiously.
"Are you never afraid?" she asked.
ooh, Lord, yes" he answered. ''I'm
scared to death of dog!'-Chicago
Tribune.
Couldn't Have Both.
"You haven't any fire extinguishing
apparatus in this town, have your"
asked the dry goods drummer.