Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1892-07-02

window and lifts her flushed face to the
light breeze that sweeps by.
Things are going all wrong with her.
They have been going wrong ever since
Mr.. Archibald Jones has seen fit to de-
vote himself to her with persistency
that has driven away all the other men.
To be sure she rather liked him at
first. He has horses to take her driving
with and plenty of money and leisure
time to spend with her at the theater,
lawn tennis parties and all the other
good things that come along through
the seasons, AMI at a dance especially he
acquits himself very creditably in spite
of his extreme thinness and extreme
height.
IF he only would talk about some
thing or somebody besides himself" Bah
said once refleC lively.
She was trying on a love of a new
bonnet at the time-touching its loops
Of ribbon lightly and twisting her head
from one side II the other to get the eff
feet in her mirror; so that very naturally
the sight of her own loneliness brought
to her mind a pardonable wonder why
he did not occa sionally vary his egotis-
teal themes by little wholesome praise
of herself.
Bah was little amused at his conceit
in the beginning, but as she sees more
of him, night after night, week after
week, and the chances of the final recital
of his remarka ole existence grow more
and more remote, she begins to find it
l, =
more than once looking back with long
ing to the time when Mr.. Archibald Jones
was not-the dear old life when she had
found so sweet q happiness in the words
and glances of another man, n man who
rarely in these later days comes to her
at all
Beyond doubt it is some thought of
him that brings that pathetic light to
her eyes and that tender little smile to
her lips this July morning as she leans
against the window frame with careless,
dreamy abandonment, her fingers wan
dering restlessly through the soft, loose
locks of hair upon her temples.
Things happen just right sometimes,
even outside the pages of a story book,
and it is certainly very happy coinci-
dence that at this moment tail young
man should come quietly around the
corner of the house, and looking up see
the girl and her smile.
Bah is all in a fiutter as soon as she
sees him.
why, Mr.. Brayton," she cries, with
an excited, broken little laugh, where
did you come from? I-oh, Tn awfully
glad to see you"
She fushes PRETTY as he steps across
the grass plat that lies between them
He takes the pretty white hand extend
ed to him in his own sun tanned palm
and perhaps he holds it there trife
longer and just a trife tighter than
would be prescri bed by the etiquette of
polite society.
81 don't believe you're half as glad
as / am TO ee'you, Miss Barbara"
he says, and his voice is a very good
voice to listen to with it's deep, mellow
tones. 81 never have any luck with
you nowadays. No matter when | come
You are sure to be out OF. Just going.
1t is really pity that you are so pop
ular."
DdO laughs. one looks Crlne sell
conscious, as she smooths out the folds
OF her morning gown.
"Oh, but I'm not" she declares; truly,
I'm not. Aren't you coming in, Do"
But he shakes his head
Thanks. Cant possibly. must be
in town by II, and it is quarter of
now. was riding past on my wheel
and thOupht I'd inst RIM in tn asly If
you'd enjoy going to the top of the
Waverly tonight to see the fireworks
/ believe there's to be quite display"
Bah Pushes up TO the soft unruly
waves of gold brown hair upon her fore
head She looks down intently at the