Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1915-12-16

AlhlSIc, M1ACu VI SOulSc luCluuCS liz, 10
a house party in the country not far
from Kansas City. He is a very rich
man Of middle age, SO they tell me, a
widower, who is interested in our sex
and particularly in Annabel Sellimer.
Mr.. Edgerton Compton isn't invited.
You see, he's q sort Of Il rival-a poor
rival. This middle aged man has known
the Sellimers a long time, and he has
been trying to win Annabel for a year
Dr. two. If it hadn't been for Mr.. Comp
ton she'd a married his house be-
fore now, / gather. The house is said
to be immense, in a splendid estate
near the river. L am all excitement
when 1 think Of going there for ten
days. There are to be fifty guests, and
the other %forty-nine are invited as a
means Of getting Annabel under his
roof. The name of the country house
we are to visit is the same as that Of
the man who owns it,
Wilfred Compton held the letter
closer to the light.
Brick Wilcox spoke impatiently: mo
use to stare at hat there word-we
couldn't make it out. l guess she got it
wrong first. then wrote it over. Just go
ahead"
: Wilfred resumed the letter: Il must
tell you goodby now, for Annabers
maid has come to help me dress for
dinner, and it takes longer than it did
to do up the washing at the ove and is
more tiresome. But l like it. I like
these fine, soft, beautiful things. 1 like
the big world. and | would like to live
In it forever and ever If you could
bring the dugout and be near enough
for me to run in any time of the day. /
wish could run in this minute and tell
you the thousands and thousands Of
things I'll never have time to write.
Your loving. adoring, half homesick,
half bewildered, somewhat dizzy little
girl, LAHOMA.
"P. S.-Nobody has been able to tell
from word or look Of mine that 1 have
ever been surprised at Il single thing l
have heard OF seen. You may be quite
sure of that"
81 bet your cried Wilcox admiring-
, ly. "Now, what do you think Of it?'
"She won't be there long" remarked
Bill, waving his arm. till she finds out
what 1 learned long ago-that there's
nothing to it. If you want to cultivate
a liking for a dugout just live awhile in
the OPEN
Il don't know as to that" Wilcox
said. II sorter doubts il Lahoma will
ever care for dugouts again, except as
she stays on the outside of EN- and
r~+c, t1 -,>,flc-1 "a ,o,1
ice cream spoils your taste everlasting
for frozen starch and raw eggs"
1--WE made out the name of that
widower who's paying court to my
old sweetheart" said Wilfred, but it's
one 1 never heard of before. It's Gled-
ware
Wilcox uttered a sharp exclamation.
LET me see it," He started up abrupt
ly and bent over the page.
"What Of it," asked Bill in surprise.
Wilcox had uttered words to which
the dugout was unaccustomed.
That's what it is" Wilcox growled.
Its Gledware!" His face had grown
strangely dark and f%orbidding.
what Of it," reiterated Bill. Sup
pOSe IL Is Sleu Wufc, WHO Is lie
DO you Know such Il MANI Wilfred
demanded.
"Out with it," cried Bill, growing
wrathful as the other glowered at the
fire. whats come owe you? Look
here, Brick Wilcox, Lahoma is your
cousin, but claim my share in that lit
tie girl, and I ask you sharp and fiat
ooh rn 70 f ~ orinI yTs1J~oJ-
fiercely. "All Of you"
Wilfred said lightly, Red Feather
has already gone there perhaps"
"Eh? Wilcox wheeled about as If
reused to fresh uneasiness. The Indian
chief had glided from the room as ST.
lent and unobtrusive as a shadow.
Wilcox san on the bench beside
Bill Atkins and said harshly. "Where's
my pipe?"
Don't you ask me where your pipe
is" snapped Bill. "Yonder it is. in the
corner where you dropped it."
Wilcox picked it up and slowly re-
covered himself. "You see." he OBJ
served alphabetically, 81 need Lahoma
about to keep me tame. I was wonder
ing the other day if 1 could swear if 1
wanted to-. l guess I could. And if
put to 1t l guess l could take up my
old life and not be very awkward
about it either. l used to be q tax col
lector and, Of course, got rubbed up
against many people that didn't want
to pay. That there Gledware-well,
maybe it isn't this one Lahoma writes
about, but the one l knew is just about
middle age. n he's a widower, all
right, or the next thing to i'll didn't
like Gledwarp. That was all. l hate
for Lahoma to be throwed with any
body of the name. but / guess it's all
right. Lahoma amt going to let no.
body get on her Off side when the
winds blowing"
Bill inquired anxiously," Ibid thatGled-
ware you knew live near Kansas City,"
HE lived owe In Indian Territory
n H. a 80" y y -. - 4 49, 80. -" .