The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1904-02-19

wouldn't sell any more for 30 cents.
was asking 40, and getting it, and
then, with cruel look on his smutty
face, how there was handsome young
boss down at the tie-camD who talked
TO Chc-ie while madame sold cabbages.
Then he had chuckled and cracked
his whip, and said "allons, allons" to
his team. and "Tout-de-Suite" was on
his horse-tired, hungry, dirty. mad
urging the feet little beast until the
wind hummed in his ears. but could
not soothe his burning impetuosity.
And as he rode he arraigned Cherie
bitterly. While he had been work
like one cog, she had been talk to das
railroad fellow, and-and- But
show her, me. Das what"
The meeting was what might have
been expected result to bring joy to
any gossip's heart. ..'Tont-de-Suite"
stormed. Cherie was disdainfully
calm She shrugged her shoulders and
smiled pityingly at his upbraidings.
He demanded a promise that she
would never talk wit das fellow
again" She replied coldly that she
would talk when she chose, where
she chose, and with whom she
chose. She was neatly dressed. and
had on new shoes. He was all dirty,
and his shoes were broken. And
Cherie made him understand these
things. Raging, he babe her an angry
farewell, and flung himself on his
horse; smiling, she watched his angry
rush down the road. He had said
- ha ond
turn the cows in on the corn. aid go
away. Well, let him. There were
plenty more = cabbages in mammals
garden.
Ell bien, mon ami. The jingling Of
the guinea does not help all the hurts.
True, all the girls envied her the
eclat with which she closed the Incl
dent, but though Cherie held her head
high, she was not happy Easy enough
! for outsiders to say that she was on
with the poor lover and would soon
be on with the rich one. ITEMS! she
had loved "Tout-de-Suite" for half
score of years. Hold her head ever
so high. she could not keep her heart
| from waking in the night to sob for
him, nor her eyes from straining up
| the road he used to cover at swing
| ing lope. The days. in spite of increas-
| ing riches. went very slowly, and the
Sunday evenings were-cruel. das
what. Even going to camp and CO.
quoting with the young boss >ceased
| to satisfy, and all the time a desire
| kept growing in her heart, hungry
yearning to see the house he had
built for her. He had told her sc
often how it looked straight into the
sunset, and how they would sit on
their gallery after supper and watch
the evening star go down behind the
pines. How long it seemed since
they had talked about that. In an
other week the desire had become a
desperate need She must see that
house-her house-before he brought
another woman to live in it. 1t was five
miles by the road but only three miles
through the woods.
When madam next started to camp
Cherie expressed a desire to remain
at home. A year ago this would have
provoked voluble protest, but now
the little madame was too fully occu-
pied with her corner on cabbages tc
give more than an absent rejoinder:
Isl bon tn semble." she said, and
climbed into the cart.
Cherie approached her home that
was not to be with shy eagerness.
Yes; there it all was, just as he had
said. Already the sun STOPPING to
the west threw long pine shadows to
the doorstep There was the little
yard he had fixed for her flowers. and
there was the garden and the corn
field-no; he had not turned the COWS
in on the corn 1t was growing Justify
in the new ground. And there was the
bench by the we'll, where she had
planned to wash. She could almost
see him lighting cigarettes and laugh
ing shyly-his strong, white teeth gleam-
| ing in the fare of the match
while he told her how happy he
was going to be when he had
wife. And now he would have a
wife, yes; but" Cherries arms were
folded on top of the little gate, her
head bent. 1t was all like looking on
the dead. she thought. Presently the
tears came All, it felt so good to
cry at last She would stand there
and sob and sob forever and ever
"Cherie!"
Her head was up instantly. the
tears dashed away: 81 got los me-"
she said. valiantly.
But '"Tout-de-Suite" was not listen
ing. He had cleared the gate and
swung her up to his breast 'Cherie.
ma petit. ma petit" he kissed the
tears from her cheeks and lashes, he
kissed the CULVER from her lips. and
over and over he called her his little
one and his own.
'I come back yesterday. me-" he
said, and even his impulsiveness did
not see the need of telling her that he
had come with the intention of NOV