The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1911-07-27

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represented, which was strong enough
: 20 draw her lovers attention from her.
self.
AS the days went on, Celia became
more and more heartsick Paul came
iutifully to sit with her each evening.
out his eyes and ears were all for the
amazing young person across the way,
who flrted with him as freely as was
consistent with good behavior. And
Celia had to sit by meekly and see
him admiring another girl. She was
act so angry as she was hurt; not so
, Jealous really as she was despairing.
t was too bad. yet what could she do
save hope and pray that the disturb
ngly fair Marie would take her
charms elsewhere?
Though Paul said nothing, she felt
ais growing dissatisfaction with her
each time his eyes rested upon her.
One delightful Sunday afternoon
they We're sitting together as usual, on
Celia's porch. So far there had been
no sign of Marie, but Celia knew that
her appearance was pending, for she
could see a stir behind the thin cur
,ains of the Cars guest chamber.
The Cars did not go to church Sun
had no reason to believe that they had
altered their custom on account OF
their visitor. Marie was evidently
dressing. The girls heart beat fast.
She could not talk, and Paul did not
care to. He also was waiting, but with
other feelings than hers, for Marie to
emerge from the open front door.
Paul was too humble to seek speak
Ing acquaintance with his charmer;
he was quite content to admire her at
q distance. Moreover, being a man
md peculiarly guileless of the ways
of women generally he could not see
that he was hurting Celia as much as
If he positively spurned her. In his
opinion, his admiration of Marie de-
tracted nothing from his allegiance to
the girl he still intended to marry.
AS they sat there-the one expect
ant, the other miserable-a shrek
sounded from the house opposite.
There was rush of feet, a frantic
calling Of "Spunk! spunk!" and out
through the open front door came
Mrs. Carr's fox terrier puppy. In her
mouth she carried something which,
dragged as she ran, and she was rum;
ming straight across the street. After
her came Mrs. Carr in pink kimono.l
running like mad woman in an effort
to overtake the dog. Midway of the
dusty street Spunk paused to toss and,
tousle the property she had stolen.
And now a third participant ap-
peared in the absurd scene-another
kimonoed figure, wringing hands and
urging pursuit. very forlorn figure
with tiny string of blonde hair
hanging in her eyes, and cheeks pa
thetically devoid of all freshness. 1t
was Marie.
"Spunk! Here, good doggie!" Mrs.
Carr had all but laid hand upon the
thief, when the puppy skipped with
an impetus that carried her to the
foot of the steps. Looking, she per.
ceived refuge in Celia, and with an.
other skip and hop carried her bur.
den to Celia's feet. Celia gave 1t one
look Mortified, compromising, but
Paul reached down and picked 1t up
a long, brown, fuzzy article. from
which dangled number of blonde
puffs and curls. His face was study
In disgust as he extended the thing
toward Mrs. Carr, who came painting
up for It, Her plump face, little
sallow since it lacked its usual coat
ing of powder, was scarlet with exer-
else and vexation.
Thank you," she said; Its Marie's.
She was dressing when Spunk got 1t.
I'd like to kill that dog!" and she
turned and went home.
There was silence. during which the
blue kimono disappeared from the
front door and the pink one followed
In its wake. There was chorus of
loud laughter, evidently from Mr..
Carr, and of hysterical voices which
trailed finally back to the guest cham.
Der.
Great Scott" Paul exclaimed. so
that's what she wears on her head!
And her cheeks were as colorless as
my hand!"
Celia was laughing sobbingly.
But she's always like that-morn.
ings," she said. I've seen her. She
never fixes up till noon."
Paul turned and looked at her sud.
denly conscious of her genuineness
and color, of her blue dress and shin.
ing hair.
Maybe it's fashionable" he said,
but it's-it's downright disgusting, I
call 1t. Don't you ever put one OF
those things on your head. Celia. Your
hair is pretty enough just as it is."
do you really like 1t, Paul?" Celia
asked, vivid with happiness.
ct ika it2 1uass do Tia the love.