The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1903-09-25

tear it up and let it be as if it had
never been drawn. Will you:'
Life is made up of little things.
They are the straws that show the way
the wind is blowing. No; don't tear
it up. l want it for future reference
as said. l want to be reminded by II
that if should be married to you not
only my face. but my every dctlon'
would be distorted thus"
mo, no.
Eyes. And that is not all. We are
Zoo alike for happiness-both sensitive
as flowers. both jealous. we quarrel
now: we would quarrel then. After
marriage the making up is not SO sweet
as before 1t grows monotonouS. ana
then come the sleeplcss nights ana the
.ears-the tears. Already with me they
have commenced. The night you kissed
Mabel | walked at O'Clock and never
closed my eyes again. l lay still, halr
hcartbroken. watching the pattern of
the paper on the wall grow out OF dim
ness and take to itself its Old fantastic
shane in the light of the dawn
Mabel is hardly seventeen. She is
only a child
"Children grow to be women. and
soon. Suppose we We're married ana
| two years from now she came TO our
house and YOU kissed her again
| She tapped trembling fingers on the
arm Of her chair.
| Il should die of it, she faltered.
| He drew up his chair nearer, ana,
taking the trembling fingers in his own
| he caressed them.
"SomewhCre or other in Grimm
fairy tales" he said. there is just this
sort Of story. Isn't there girl who
goes down in the cellar and sits there
weeping because some day she might
marry and the storks might bring hel
little child and the little child might
fall down the steps to that cellar way
and break its leg?'
ut is only when you love a man.
she continued to muse, following VI
her own train of thought, that you
lose the blessed sleep that knits up thu
raveled sleeve of care
Didn't | come to you early the mex
morning and comfort you. Neisha:'
Her kiss was on your lips she an
swered.
With a shrug of his shoulders n
laughed.
You are ridiculous" he affirmed.
"Once you were mine,' she resumed
as if he had not spoken. Il shout
want YOU to be all mine. SO far as
have been able to judge, no man eve
belonged solely to one woman. There
fore. since the thing is impossible, 1t
best to tear ourselves apart before 1t
too late
He dropped her fingers.
"You speak very coldly Of tearin
ourselves apart Neisha.' he con
planned.
II am not cold, but l scent unha
piness. Living alone is negative III
happiness Living together would |
positive"
After time:
}. "Resides, l am rover" she sighe
:, ALREADY l have stayed in this OF
;. place too long. begin to grow re:
less again"
IF you put your head on my sho'
der little while wouldn't that Ia
, away your restlessness"
For a little while, perhaps; but
would return. and then l should ha
to 20 back again to my Mother Natu
- for comfort. She comforts with flo
ers, with dew. with soft. sweet breez
but most Of all with the sea. The mo
" Of it, the sob. the sometime sigh;
" lights-rose lights, white lights, s
-, mellow lights of the setting sun-dr1
= ing while you look into the silver shl
mer Of crescent moon. l long for
!, sea"
- "Neisha, you make me sad. as
y. sitting there. as II you were alo
=. longing for the sea. You are not alo
=, any sweetheart am here"
" She regarded him with gaze t
seemed not to see him.
"For months have studied you.
=. began. You have given me much