Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1888-01-07
OCTOBER 10th, 1887.

OCTObhh lubu, 1905
Last evening was too tired to write of
the days events. tried it, but my first few
pages were SO dreadfully one sided that I
gave 1t up.
After had written my record yesterday 1
started out for short stroll. There was a
lurking hope that might meet Miss Earle.
Perhaps it was a lovers presentiment; who
knowsa At any rate, as l walked down the
avenue carriage stopped near Twentieth
street and the object of my thoughts
alighted She gave careless glance in my
direction, paying no attention whatsoever to
me, and entered the store. l was transfixed,
for in my anxiety to bow, l had raised my
hand half way to my hat. Several persons
who CHANGED to notice the movement and
my sudden flush could not refrain from
smiling at the way in which had been cut
Cuti Yes, that was the way that the plebeian
crowd put i'll / knew better. / felt that
was some one else at that moment with whom
Miss Earle was unacquainted, but who was
did not know. Rather unpleasant situa-
tion to be placed in, you think, but it was
far, far worse than you imagine At least it
seemed magnified to me, and full of bitter
reflections st'olled aimlessly on.
As passed beneath the portico of the Fifth
Avenue hotel l felt an affectionate pat
on the back and a CHEEKY voice cried
in my ear: "Hello, old man. Bah
Jawve, glad to see you" 1 turned and
looked at the speaker. He was an English
man; his speech had told me that, and his
dress confirmed it. He was attired in the
ultra Anglican fashion that the weak mind
ed of this country affect SO much. He was a
big, red faced man, and at his side stood an
other specimen of the same class.
"Hello, how are your cried Number Two,
10 han xsrit h IVa1,
just going to get a bite near by, and you can
join us in bottle of wine.n / stood amazed.
"Really, gentlemen" began. Then the
first man broke in: ''Colne, now, my lord,
we are aware that Sir Lionel is travelling in
cog; but we won't peach on you. Bah
Jawve, but you have got the American style
down very well, hasn't he, Cyrilp Cyril,
thus appealed to, answered by vigorous
nod, and locking his arm in mine, dragged
me along. "Come now, Leon, drink one
glass with me in memory Of Margaret" I
strove to speak, but Cyril went on.
"What queer freak are you up to now, old
mani When Bob and heard that you were
in New York, we determined to find you. L
was confident that could pierce any blasted
disguise that you got into. Knew you too
well at Somers for that. Going back, 1 sup
pose, In time for the extra debate in the
housed That was a lucky chance by which
you got in, wasn't it, And, say, what in
the name of-Great Castor and Polluxi what
have we hereGn and my loquacious friend
stopped short. Confronting us was a man
about my build, dressed neatly as I was. Isaw
no resemblance in the newcomers features to
me, but knew that my unfortunate trait had
shown forth and that had encountered my
double-or, rather, he had met his. The trio
of Englishmen stared in open mouthed
wonder.
''Great Csesarl Lionel, which is you, and
who is the other fellowT' asked Cyril, look
ing from one side to the other.
DENNY if 1 know said the real Sir
Lionel l drew forth my card-the first time
that the chance had been offered, for the two
had held both my arms-and handed it to
him At the sound of the others voice the
illusion departed, for the three men burst
into laugh and one Of them cried:
1--WE beg your pardon, Mr.. Stevens, but
really at first the Likeness was wonderful
OF course, we see our mistake now. VIII
you not join Us in the wine, however, Fun
niezt thing ever saw