Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1903-04-02

I'LL LuC SucHCS 1In1CaCeQ inc CXamElo
of freedom when Kosciusko went
down.
An informal meeting of the society
for First Aid to the Injured" took
place at the scene of Mr.. Dunn's eff
fective entree. Miss Browne flew to
the rescue, and with the aid of her
guests extinguished the blazing oil,
raised the cornice, unwrapped the
portieres, and revealed the form of
Mr.. Dunn in a striking imitation OF
the Dying Gladiator.
There was no doubt that Mr..
Dunil's first appearance had made a
sensation. But, after all, the little
accident only served to exhibit the
gracious tact and delicacy of Miss
Browne; for after the first natural
surprise at the unusual debut of her
guest, the gentle hostess recovered
her composure, and soon restored
the conventional and charming tone
Of her reception.
The acquaintance, after Mr.. Dunn
and Miss Browne had resus been
thrown together, proceeded: with all
desired rapidity to ripen int a close
friendship. In fact, the stage of
mere friendship did not last long so
far as Mr.. Dunn was concerned.
Finding Miss Browne to be quite as
charming as report had made her,
and also sincere and womanly, Mr..
Dunn once more yielded to an at
traction as irresistible as gravitation
had been, and fell deeply in love with
the beautiful Miss Browne.
It was long before Miss Browne
could forget that instantaneous snap
shot of Mr.. Dunn's meteoric entrance,
but she was too we'll bred to betray
by any outward sign that the farci-
cal incident had made more than y
momentary impression.
No need to chrr .licle the progress
of Mr.. Dunn's colrtship. 1t led to
the inevitable proposal.
Late one afternoon Mr.. Dunn called,
and in little room back of that
which had been the scene OF his first
he at last mustered cour-
age to put the question that was to
bring joy or despair.
Miss Browne was troubled. Mr..
Dunn's heart sank when he saw her
distress, but he was manly fellow,
and believed that he could bear a re-
fusal.
Haltingly, kindly, but with decision,
Miss Browne ut last gave her an
swer. Then, having made her refusal
as considerate as tact could make it,
she looked pleadingly at her lover.
She was amazed to see the change in
his expression. Unfortunately, she
had said something about certain
scenes she could never forget" and
this, in his nervous state of mind,
had angered him.
miss Browne" he began, in voice
that was very different from his soft
pleadings, certainly neither of us
can ever forget that by an unfor-
tunate accident I entered upon our
acquaintance as Tom-fool clown en-
tiers circus ring. But had thought
you too sensible, too noble woman
to be influenced by trihe that
might weigh with chuckle-headed
boarding-school, miss. If you have
been unable to forget that bit of
farce, I count myself fortunate in
being refused by you. No!-do not
say word! If my entrance was
farce, my exit shall have dignity-the
dignity of mans sorrow. You will
never see me again. FAREWELL"
He had spoken so rapidly that she
in vain tried to interrupt. And now,
picking up his hat and cane, he re-
peated his last word FAREWELL
forever!" Then, turning with a truly
tragic air of despair, he opened
door, and slammed it hastily behind
him.
Unfortunately Mr.. Dunn had been
so deeply interested in his own feel
ings that he had not exactly taken
his bearings. just behind him were
two doors that were much alike in
outward seeming; but while one led
into the outer corridor, and would
thence have ushered him into bleak
and desolate world, for which he was
quite prepared, the other was the
door to sort of strong room, where
Mr.. Brownies family kept their plate
and other valuables. This door, which
was just ajar, fastened with spring
lock, and the key was in the custody
of Mr.. Browne.
Mr.. Dunn was unlucky enough to
choose for his dramatic departure
the door of the silver closet, and
when he slammed the door to empha-
size his exit lie only emphasized his
imprisonment; for, with a metal.
chuckle, the spring bolt shot int.
place, and he was as safely locked up
as the family silver.
ooh, Henry, what have you done!"
exclaimed Miss Browne, Historically,
between laughter and tears.
"Blamed if I know!" came through
the prison door. "Ettade fool of my
self, as usual, suppose"
"But we must get you out!" she
cried. "rm afraid you'll smother.
81 don't care if I dol" was the des-
perate response. IF you won't marry