Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1903-08-13

| he demanded.
II loved once" she confessed, Z warm
dush glowing in her fair face.
"Then, according to your theory,
you love him yet" he said trife bit
terly. Il Is E..a.
"Yes," she answered simply; II have
not heard from him directly for more
than two years. He was away whe,
my father died, and uncle took me
home with him Immediately. He-he
worked as assistant bookkeeper to my
father. was very young and he was
very poor; we knew We had to wait;
we were not formally engaged, but We
loved and understood each other"
sand during all this time he has
made no effort to see you or to COR
respond with you?" asked Willis, a
strange expression fitting across his
face.
HE is too proud to seek me now"
she answered, valinantly. my uncle
is rich, and he is poor. But my heart
tells me. he is waiting for me and he
will seek me when he has something
more than his love to Offer"
II hope he WILL" said Willis, little
brokenly. II hope he will be every
thing you expect. But don't make the
mista Ike of cherishing a romantic idea
which may be no more tangible than
the will-o'-the'wisp. To my mind his
long silence suggests the thought that
he has given you up, realizing that
your paths now lie so far apart"
"Mr. Whilst" she exclaimed, indig-
nantly, II am surprised to hear such
an expression from you; under the cir
cumstances should -"
II have only your happiness at
heart" he interrupted, "and I only
wish that Heaven had decreed that |
should be the one to inspire such mar
velous faith in mans love and fidelity"
II ask your pardon for doubling
you," she said with downcast eyes.
"Granted," he returned quickly, and
he rose!tog go II may be out of town for
week or two, but I'll see you at Mrs.
Scott's, won'tI? While am not to be
one of the house party I'll be there the
night of the ball"
II shall be there" she answered, and
they parted. L..
It was seven o'clock, and Marie Allen
was the only one of all the guests at
Scott's Towers who. was dressed for
dinner. She stood on the broad piazza
and looked anxiously down the long
carriage drive, for the afternoon train
would bring James Willis to Scottville.
Finally her Impotence mastered her,
and throwing scarf about her bare
shoulders, she walked down the drive
way. She reached the gate just as it
was opened to admit the expected
guest. ~ - ~
He greeted her pleasantly, though
with some degree of formality. II
walked up from the station" he ex-
planned: "a June evening in the coun-
try is irresistible-but hope I'll not
keep dinner waiting"
"Dinner is at eight" she said. II
dressed early, and-and came to meet
you" She brought the words out with
jerk, and looked at him appealingly.
Without word he led her to rustic
bench near by and seated himself be-
side her.
"You wished to see me alone, then p
he asked.
EYES," she said with little gasp. II
knew it would be next to impossible to
talk with you unless met. you here,
and could not wait to tell YOU"
ITO tell me what" he asked, trying
in vain to conceal his eagerness.
II have seen him." she anwered with
little laugh, "and you are right and
I am wrong"
He pressed her hand encouragingly.
II came on the morning train," she
continued, "and it stopped at a little
town for several minutes-and l saw
him. His store is near the railroad
crossing; he sells plows and things.
He looked the same, and yet different.
He was talking to country girl as
pretty as wild rose"
Willis began to laugh in snite of him.
self.
"You know all without my telling
you," she said, joining in the laugh.
II don't suppose he has given me
thought since I passed out of his life.
He looked contented and prosperous,
and he had eyes for no one but his pref
ty companion. I had dreamed of him
toiling and striving for my sake, when
doubtless, as you suggested, he ceased
to care for me long ago. It is newt
able that the change in our circum-
stances should have left it's mark on
both, but believe me, that is not the
only reason could not love him now.
It is"true that look into the hazy dis
lance often discloses a beautiful pic.
ture which a closer view would dis.
sipate; and have had the closer view.
But-but that is not the reason I do
not love him now"
"And the heart never truly loves but
once" said Willis, hopelessly.
"Ah! but it does," she said softly,
"and he has long been supplanted, only
I did not know it until to-day"
And then, in spite of all the windows
of Scott's Towers staring through the
twilight-he kissed her.
Killed the Goose.
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