Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1904-06-30
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!. ON II
or THE WIND
scopyrisht, 1904, by Daily Story Pub. COL
ISABEL BOWMAN TU1LEY

nETER'S brows were drawn in q
heavy frown and even through his
tan the red of anger showed.
There is not one Of yOu," he was
saying, with suppressed vehemence,
"who really appreciates a deep, honest,
enduring love if it isn't always froth-
ing over with compliments. Words
have more weight with woman than
reticent faithfulness A fellow who
fools, but flatters her, will be able to
win with her, when poor dog OF
fellow who only knows how to love her
will be turned down with the colo
comfort of tolerant friendship"
He was glowering across the ice cold
spring, bubbling up from the messy
footrest of the mountain, at girl who
was idly swinging tin cup by it's han
die encircling her forefnger. She was
dressed all in white and her blond hair
curled out from under her white hat in
provocative little rings, whilst her soft,
appealing blue eyes were gazing at
Peter with exasperatilg innocence and
mock admiration.
.'How wise you are, Peter!" she said
in her fresh, sweet voice. "You really
have brought the study of woman to a
fine point! Your knowledge Of us is
profound"
The red deepened on Peters face. ut
should be profound" he growled,
from the amount of time l have
wasted in studying you-"
mo time-don't the copybooks tell
us?-is wasted that is we'll employed,
and am all sweetness and light "
That's the trouble-you are sweet,
diabolically, irresistably sweet"-Kit-
tvs lashes dropped to hide the smile
in her eyes-''but you haven't an atom
of heart"
"But''-guilelessly-"if had been
endowed with heart, would it have
beer preordained to beat for you,
Petei?"
Peter muttered something between
his teeth. "Of course, make no such
absurd claim! But if you had a shred
of feeling you would not play with
mans heart as though it was a rub
Der ball, for the sake of seeing how
high you can knock it and how often
it will rebound"
A shade of guilty expression swept
over Kitty's face, but she fastened to
protest. But Peter raised a silencing
hand
II know my own experience. I have
proposed to you four times"-"three"
was the humble correction across the
spring-"But this has been final; I
shall accept DR.. Browns offer to go
abroad with him next week to study
tuberculosis, and if I am not man
enough to cast you out of my heart I
ought to be shot as a weakling!" and
he strobe down to the lake where
yawl was drawn half up on the shore.
They had rowed across the lake from
the opposite shore, where the cottage
was her parents had rented for the
summer, and had landed to refresh
themselves at the spring. And here
Peter had again laid his heart and
promising future as physician
at her disposal. Heretofore he had
accepted refusal with a manly dignity
that had kept his pain we'll hidden and
only left visible his logged determi-
nation to succeed. So quiet had he
been that kitty had no realization of
his wouna and had half doubted it's ex-
istence, and SO to-day, instead of her
usual gentle and half alluring refusal,
she had pricked him on to his entire
loss of self-command and an unwonted
declaration of fnality. Like most per-
sons who play with fire as an amuse-
ment she had let it get beyond her
control. AS she gazed after him as he
went to the boat she saw by the set of
his shoulders that his words had not
been filled with air. And then, to her
amused dismay, she also saw that he
was so absorbed in his own thoughts
that he had pushed the yawl into the
lake and was getting in himself with
out realizing that he was leaving her
behind.
She went halfway down the path and
called to him. 'Peter!" she said,
plaintively, remember it is five miles
walk around the lake and I don't think
I am quite equal to it to-day"
Peter awoke with mortified conster-
nation at his unintenNonal rudeness.
I beg your pardon" he stammered.
IL wasn't thinking what l was do
ing"
He held the bow while she stepped in
but he did not raise his hand to help
her, but when she was safely settled
among the cushions in the stern he got
In ard took up the oars without any fur
Their words. He pulled out into the
lake, his white duck hat pushed down
over his brows, his lips set in a
straight line that betokened unaltera-
BILE resolution, his eyes gazing over
her head at the shore they were leav-
ing behind; neither was there any fur
Their lettering or dallying with the oars,
they were piled with steady monoto-
ny that meant straight and swift
home getting.
Kitty, too, was silent, but her brain
was not idle; she was revolving some
means by which he would be compelled
to be the first to break the silence.
Once broken, Kitty hoped that her DOW
er might be ,regained. Yet she knew