Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1904-10-27

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picture them in the light English dog
cart he used because the girl at SUIT
ter 1851 liked IT.: the horses lifting
their feet high, and their hoof-beats
ringing on the hard roads. Oftene1
she pictured them in the moonlight
Miss Maher was fond OF the pale gilt
ter of the moon. Her favorite heroines
all locked their best by moonlight.
She could not help wondering how the
girl at Suffer S691 would look. She
was sure that she was fair-slender
and tall. She thought she wore white
lace about her throat. Miss Maher
sighed a little as she switched OF her
jangling bells. - s5e.s s.-t s.-.~,
1t was generally eleven before Red
1901 had sounded his signal and Miss
Maher had. connected him somewhat
perfunctorily with the other end OF
the wire. Suffer S691's answers in
these conversations were rather short
err and more to the point than they
were at the earlier hour, yet on sew
eral occasions Miss Maher heard her
make engagements for drives or
box parties to the theatre. !. When she
made these engagements SO easily and
carelessly, Miss Makers soul was
troubled. She knew she ought not to
listen to these conversations, but she
was interested, and human, and 50
-. But she wondered what Main
As would say. -.
The weeks went on, and the calls
came as usual, until certain day
when, having rung up Suffer 869l,
and opened the switch as now was her
daily custom, Miss Maher heard the
steady tones she liked to listen to say:
"How's the world this morning?"
Existing, I suppose" returned the
voice with a subtle reflection that
Miss Maher instantly recognized as
displeasure. Il saw your picture OF
Joy last night"
"You did? The paint isn't even dry.
Are you going to give me telephone
dictum on it?''
Its rather pretty, think, but
"Pretty!" Main ass voice was just
a little ruffled. "Well go on. But
what?"
Il don't see how a dark person can
represent Joy"
ooh, that's all right. Intensity of
feeling-strength of emotiOn-un1on
of heart and head, and so on. Don't
you see?"
"H'm!" was Suffer S691's brief COM
ment. Her hairs so black she looks
like an Indian, and her eyes" An
silence followed this, and
Miss Maher felt the smile at Main As.
They're gray. Don't you like
them?"
"You do. That's evident"
II like them in the picture"
There isn't any reason you
shouldn't like them out Of it. Perhaps
you do
Perhaps l do what? Like gray
eyes? They are uncommonly rare"
you'll like them all the better
when you find them. Don't despair.
Fate will be kind to you in time
Il hate to doubt it, but she does
not seem very kind just now"
I'm sorry. Would you pardon me
if I hung up? I've an engagement in
a few minutes"
please wait second. -"
Miss Maher heard the decided little
click. So did Main As. His half-fin-
ished sentence remained suspended In
air, and only the telephone operator
heard the amazed exclamation of three
words which followed the closing of
the wire.
When the rush was over, Miss Ma
her, casting a swift glance about her
to see that she was not observed, went
quickly over to the unframed square
OF glass hanging blankly on the
wall, and looked boldly
into the reflected eyes. They were
gray, with black lashes. Irish eyes
dark and sombre, with the shadows
smudged in. Her cheeks grew a beau
tiful rose-pink as she gazed. Then
suddenly lingering smile curved the
corners of her lips as she turned away.
For some inscruta5le reason, she was
glad her eyes were gray.
The next morning the signal sound
at the usual hour, but Miss Maher
was forced to ring vigorously three
distinct times before getting her reply.
The CHEEKY little trick had gone from
the girls voice as she took down the
receiver, and without the slightest
announced coldly:
''Sutter S691 is not in"
Miss Maher gasped. So did Main
As. The shock was sudden, if not
altogether unexpected, and Miss Ma
hers sympathy turned wholly to the
man at the other end of the line.
She decided that Suffer 1851 was
Miss Maher was
young, too, and it counted in her con-
demnation.
So, as the days went by, and each
brought only the same little
sentence, repeated in the crispest of
tones, Miss Maher added the admirable
trait Of long suffering to the mental
picture she had formed of Main As,
and rang her bells so viciously that
the fourteen subscribers on the party
line sent in q united comnlaint asking