Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1904-06-16

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"This is just the card sIawould pre-
fer. Thank you. BY the way. what
became OF the Kents? I asked half
dozen times in my letters, but. you
never answered." Es .
II really don't know" she carelessly
returned, dropping a bit of scented wax
on dainty envelope. "They have
taken a room or two in some shaky
tenement on an obscure street, I be-
lieve." @s. r.. 4 n
do you mean to say that they are
in. this city and as poor as that?"', ex-
claimed Hoyt, getting UP quickly and
| upsetting the tray of cards, and all
else in his way. l. J
People say So" she replied, indif-
ferently. 4 ".
do you know what l think?" he
asked, holly. THAT you are culpably
negligent and heartless. You were call
ing acquaintances and were in tho
same set; why in the name of common
Christianity, even + not close friends,
shouldn' you have seen If you could
not be of service 20 those girls, de-
prived of fortune and friends at one
stroke?"
Don't be quixotic, Hoyt," returned
his cousin, struggling her pretty Shout
ders. my time is full: I belong to
everything; l haven't leisure in which
to hunt up comparative strangers.
Must you go? thought you would
stay to luncheon. '.''N - %
Gurnsey took in Morgan's on his
way downtown. *
"Who painted these?" he asked. as
he bought the remaining cards.
1.-THE youngest Miss Kent brings
them here. One of the Broad street
Kents; her father failed in business
and died shortly after, you remember"
IF more are offered for sale, lay
them aside for me. They are so un-
usually pretty that I wish TO purchase
them all. Then he consulted a direc-
tory, and, going out, met Ann Kent.
She was full of depressed excitement
when she returned home, and for sew
eral days after; briskly announcing the
afternoon before Easter, Every one OF
your cards are sold, and at just twice
as much as you asked. dared to
spend some of the money for you; I
invested in pair of gloves at bar
gain. See, they exactly match your
gray gown. You know you said the
other day that it was one of the cardi-
nal sins to wear shabby gloves, and
that yours were not fit to be seen."
Where is your Easter f1nery?"
"Here," answered Ann, promptly
putting q f1ngertip on each rosy cheek.
Beauty unadorned, you know; and
here" she added, bringing in basket
Of flowers.
"Oh, my dear. you have been most
extravagant."
mot I, mademoiselle," returned Ann,
with a twinkle in her eyes. "but the
green grocer"
"Who do you mean by the green gro
Ger? If it is the vegetable man, am
sure I hope you haven't accepted .
costly basket of flowers from him."
''Then the milk man."
please be serious" interrupted Miss
Kent. ~ -y~...,
"Then kindly remember that the age
Of Ann is that of discretion. Can't l
have bit of secret all my own? All
I ask of you is to wear these to-mor-
row." and she handed bunch of white
violets to Salome, who grew pale as
she took them, but controlled herself
enough to say:
"They are very sweet; and it was
lovely in you to think of my favorite
flowers, but we need so many things
the rent and COAL" she sighed, putting
the violets in little vase on the table.
In the morning Ann brought the vio-
lets to her as she was dressing for
church.
do wear them," she urged. Nov
you look like a sweet saint" she de-
clared as she fastened them in the lace
at Salome's throat, for with them q
feeling of serenity came to Miss Kent
She, even talked hopefully of their fu-
ture as they walked along in the bright
sunshine.
''You are very uplifting to-day" e. :.
claimed Ann. Il did feel bitter. Every
one else in Easter flnery, and we trudg.
ing along in our out-of-date dresses.
But now, I'll not grumble even if the
sexton seats us in the farthest back
charity pew"
After service she fastened home,
making some trivial excuse, leaving,
Salome to come leisurely, her heart full
Of the precious promises of the preach
er, the sweet cadences of the closing
hymn, and the peace OF the benedic-
ton.
The trials of the past year seemed to
fade away, and when in this softened
mood she entered their little sitting
room and found herself face to face
with Gurnsey, it was as If they again
stood in her fathers drawing room.
and neither time nor sorrow had come
between them.
do not think" he eagerly said hold
ing her delicate hand in a firm clasp,
and bending his fine eyes tenderly upon
her flushed face, that Indifference has
kept me from you. My letters came
back; my inquiries were in vain"
Then you did not know Of our re.
verses" said Salome, with a deep sigh