The Ward County independent. [volume] (Minot, Ward County, N.D.) 1902-1965, 1910-06-16
At the End of
the Story
BY CLARISSA MACklE
copyright. 1909. by Associated Literary
Press.)

games WltuuTeW HUN uuoSA Iu0 S"A
and looked helplessly up and down
the long stretch of country road. The
ysndy highway was deserted. There
was not house in sight, nor We
hicle of any description, nor even
human being, save woman and two
children crossing distant held.
1t was a bad breakdown, he admit
ted, as with hands in pockets he sur
veyed the machine He had left the
city with the intention of running
down to the Towers, where he had
been invited for the week end. he
was good three miles from the
house now as the road ran, and the
disabled automobile was stranded on
this by-road he had foohshly taken
merely because he had once watched
sunset here with Helen Weir. AS
they had parted forever six mlser-
able weeks ago, there was bitter
sweetness in relieving one OF their
happy days.
by Jove, it's the very same Tree,
be exclaimed, looking up into the
branches of the lofty elm that threw
3 generous SHADE on ellnSi sue Oh
The stone wall IN rest here awhile
and wait for tow into the village
With this tlimSy excuse to sentiment
Games threw himself down on the
grassy bank and closed his eyes.
Let us sit here, chilrden." said a
sweet voice on the other side OF the
wall
Tell us 4 Story. annie" pleaded
shrilI yong 1o.ct.
"Wh>} NuI Il Uc, Peter?'
"oA. about wicked man and
tov-.H HInces@. rEttd The Tojc" OF
Peter, 4 SosgI"-eyrJ man with ter
gIb'@ hUlns!'
VERY Well, NJ me think a mo
ment.' Intense silence followed, and
thel,
"Once upon time there lived
FOOLISH princess whose home was in
country very much like this"
Was the castir like the Towers"
squeuj.5d a third voice.
"NOt at all, Peggy! She lived II
little cottage, for she was poor, al
though her rich relations lived in a
great castle near BY"
And was the castle like the Tow
ers? Did it have high wall with
great spikes Oh top?" persisted Peggy.
Yes, indeed; but you must not in
terrupt me or | shall forget the story.
One day the princess was in her gar
den when handsome young prince
came riding by, and seeing her in the
garden, ne fell in love with her
How do you know he loved the
princess, auntie"
i don't really know, Peggy re-
sponded the sweet voice, rather sadly.
Know only that ne told her that he
loved her and that some day they
would be married and live very hap
ply together. Every day they took
long walks and drives around the coun.
try, and one afternoon they came and
stod under tree just like this one"
The voice broke.
what makes you cry, auntie?
don't think it's sad bit. They only
came ana stood under tree, and 1t
was IKE thls one, expostulated prac
ucal Peter.
I'm not crylng-don't be imperti
nent, Peter.
Tell US funny story. l don't like
tn1s one.
i want to hear the rest Of It,"
nowled Peggy, mournfully. II want
TO near about the wicked man.
Now, be quiet, children, and ! will
go on. AS was saying, the prince and
the princess came and stood under
this tree and watched the sunset, and
q wicked fairy saw them, and - ii
made her angry to see any one happy.
she said to herself: There, III settle
those young people, And shaking her
staff at them she disappeared in her
cave
The next day she approached the
princess and said to her: Lovely
ma1den-
Was she lovely" interrupted
Peter
The prince said she was" admitted
the voice mOdeStly "'Th6 witch cajd l..