Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1904-12-15

man realized that he had found his idea
and that his life would never again seen
empty. He did not know her name, bu
he knew that he loved her, and his con
slant prayer was that she would com,
to him. The story was called, "A Hidder
Flower Isn't 1t romantic?"
TITS silly foolishness, Kate, LOVING
people you never saw"
you wouldn't think 90, Jim, II 20.
had read his stories. I have them al
here"
/ She produced q book made Of heav,
water color paper tied with pale PM
ribbons and covered with pink and blu
splashes, evidently intended for flow'
ers. The stories, clipped from the news
papers, were pasted in the book and OF
the wide margins were more splashel
for illustrations.
Don't you care to read them, JIM
she asked, as he handed the ridiculou'
little book back to her.
Much obliged, but might spoil those
swell trimmings. Say, Kate, can make
as good living for you as he can.
amt = twin soul, but I've got a good farm
and I'll give you most anything you
want"
mo. Jim," she said, firmly. ''You
must marry some girl who will be con-
tent with your kind Of life. could
never be. My soul has been expanding
and I realize how narrow such a life
would be. I should be starved"
Starved" growled Jim, land mo with
hundred and sixty good acres"
Are you the Sunday editor!"
A girl asked the question. She va
very pretty. but there was sentimental
droop about her mouth and cultivated
look Of appeal in her eyes. She wore
thin, white dress, white shoes, q pale
blue sash and white hat covered with
pink roses.
Eyes, I am the Sunday editor" said
the gentleman at the desk.
'They told me downstairs to come up
here and you would tell me what
wanted to know. wish to see Mr.. Wei
don Wentworth"
The editor gave her keen look. Hes
out" he said, CURLY.
when will he be I'M" she asked.
He has left the city for an indefinite
period"
"oh." said the girl. family. "oh.
has he?"
rs there anything I can do for your
asked the editor.
mo, sir, thank you. I wanted to SET
him-Mr. Wentworth"
sit down." said the editor, kindly
''and tell me why you want to see Mr.
Wentworth.
The girl took the chair he pushed to-
ward her. II wanted to see him because
can't tell you very well,
SIR"
DO you know him." he asked.
mot exactly" she said, timidly. -
have read all his stories"
The editor smiled. "You liked them
didn't your"
Eyes, sir. They are splendid"
"And you wanted to see Mr.. Went
worth because you thought he would be
as splendid as his stories?'
Eyes, SIR" she said, bashfully.
The editor looked thoughtfully at his
desk for several minutes Then he
turned to the little country girl IT am
sorry to have to tell you this" he said,
slowly, "but think you ought to know
it. Mr.. Wentworth is not a splendid fel-
low. He is not at all the kind Of man
you think he is. Hem fact, there is no
such person as Mr.. Weldon Wentworth"
mo such person." she repeated,
blankly.
Except on paper Weldon Wentworth
does not exist, never has existed, and
probably never will. He is only name"
"But-but the stories:"
'They we're written by the reporters
In this Office. The boys take turns at
writing them and that Is the reason
there Is such a variety Of styles. They
have not much literary merit, but they
have been popular Weldon Wentworth
is only a name that half dozen report
ers write under"
She sat dazed and uncomprehending.
There never was any Weldon Went
worth?"
4 am sorry, but there never was"
And he never wrote any stories?"
The editor shook his head.
The weak. pretty face was pale and
miserable. "Then there wasn't any
thing" she said, hopelessly.
The editor was silent.
Il guess I'd better CO." she said. sadly.
'Goodby. SIR"
A few days later Jim came into the
kitchen Of the Morse home and found
Kate on her knees theoretically scrub
bling the floor.
Hello, Jim," she said, hospitablv
shaking soapy brush at him.
"Scrubbin'" he asked.
Looks like it, doesn't it,"
'You sure know how to do IT," he said.
admiringly. Say, Kate, there are some
floors over at my house and want girl
to scrub 'em-if I could find one who
liked to scrub"
II like to scrub Jim. she said, shyly.