Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1903-06-18

when was quite a child, and every
body thai was nobody went there"
I deserve it, but I gnash my teeth,
figuratively, and essay another ven
ture.
But surely you remember me-
Dick Eagleton?" insist,
cts odd but I can remember only
the nobodies," evades, Philippa. Conc
young policeman, several grocery de-
liverymen and a street car conduc-
tor call me Miss Archer and have
vague memory of having gone to
school with them"
I cover my repulse by talking in
glittering generalities. They do not
prevent my covertly studying her.
What superb woman she has made!
My memory harks back to the days
when she looked like Sara Crewe,
and I marvel at her beautiful hair,
her good, clear color and her. sunny
face. Perhaps one hypercritical
might not call her beautiful, but I
suddenly cease being hypercritical.
After a bit she is inconsistent
enough to ask me if I remember
Daisy Tyler. By way of retaliation
I swear that 1 do not, and surprise
succeeds mischief in the clear gray
eyes-honest eyes that are always
frank.
Of course I call; I am persistent
fellow and am undaunted by the re-
buff she has given me. In time we be-
come quite good friends, but further
than that it seems impossible for
me to advance. In my salad days
am rs now, but beside me the pyra-
mids are imature,-I fancied my self
q real ''lion among ladies'" but re-
Gently I have been sadly disillusioned.
To the straw of the little incident
in her childhood and mine I cling
like a drowning man. I have kept
its memory alive for ten years. Has
she? Does it prejudice or aid me in
this my sore strait? If but knew!
She knows that love her, and that
much I'll swear, though I have never
told her. When I try she adroitly
wards me off, reducing me to a state
"Do you read Henly?" I ask her
one evening.
"No," she replies with questioning
eyes.
"Then DON'T" I continue. "But
there are some lines of his tucked
away in the midst of something that
well, need not have been written
which peculiarly appeal to me-"
'Oh, you are going TO try again.
flash the honest gray eyes.
II don't like the Decadents," she
Interrupts.
But I refuse to be stopped and be-
gin my quotation.
1.-THE pride trampled them
And you boast that you are not
sentimental" she laughs, cutting my
quotation short.
II am not" 1 say. my affection is
sentiment; my neighbours is senti-
mentality
"Encore!" she cries. "How cpl
grammatical" ,........ ~. ~ j. h
''Some day I shan't let you change
the subject I say grimly. az T.
'"'As you warned me moment ago,
I'll reciprocate. Don't try. it,
Just then we are joined by Miles
Stanford. Him, dread as the Miles
intervening between me and-Heaven.
1 return to first principles and have
an acute attack of the same black
despair that engulfed me the day l
saw the college boys chatting with
Daisy Tyler of ancient history. J
think that my mask of gayety con-
ceals it until Philippa passes me a
card on which she has contrived to
scribble: "You are perfectly hor-
rid
For one happy moment the world is
mine. Did she not regard me as her
own she would never have taken the
liberty. I feel genuinely sorry f,r
Stanford, who, despite his wealth, is
not bad fellow after all.
But after I take my leave I sue
coed in demonstrating to myself that
I am limitless fool. Of course Phil
ippa will not marry for money, but
STANFORD Wlthout penny is thou
sand times better than Dick Eagle
ton. So I reason it out through the
still watches of the night.
Yet the very next afternoon I con-
coct a fraudulently transparent
scheme to see Philippa again.
"And what is this important mat
ter that won't waltz" she demands.
do you remember the quotation
you would not let me fnish?' I
begin.
"Is that all? Either my memory
is treacherous, or else you quote so
much"
"Nonsense!" interrupt. "The
last line isl:
"'For you love, yet you refrain -
els it true?" I asked.
Though her lips answered nothing
her eyes told me that it was, and I
caught her in my arms.
you'll forgive me for being such
brute when I was boy?"
doesn't it look as if I had for
given you?" she asks with a happy
laugh