Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1896-08-15

adherence to the distress about her. Or
IN strobe the private secretary of some
distinguished being in London, s. w.
He invariably carried his glass to the
door, drank it off in languid sips rs he
leaned indolently against the masonry,
and capped the event by purchasing
rose for his buttonkGle, SO making a
ceremony which sracked CT decorating
the world at 4 common public drinking
trough into little fete. Or there were
the good priests from Il turbulent lar.
ripping island, who with cheeks blush
ing with health and plump waistcoa;s
came ambling. smiling. to their 30
ounces of noiscme liquor. Then, there
was Baron, the brorZet!, idling, com
Portable trader from Z,nzibar, who, aft
or 10 years of hide ard seek with fever
and Arabs and sudden dcath-whcre-
with We're all manner Of accident and
sundry profane dealings not intended
for The Times or Exeter hall, comes
back to sojorrn i'll quiet ''ChristOn"
places, a lamb III temper, lion at
heart, al honest soul who minds his
own business, is enemy tc none but the
malicious. and lives in daily wonder
that the Wine he drank the night before
gets into trouble with the waters drunk
in the morning. And the days, weeks
and months go on, but Baron remains,
having seen population after population
of water drinkers come and go. He was
there years ago. He is there still, COM
ing every year, and he does not know
that George Hagar has hung him at
Burlington House more than once, and
he remembers very well the pretty girl
h did not marry, who also, on one &C.
ca;ion, Joined the aristocratic company
''on the line"
This young and pretty girl-Miss
Mildred MargravC-camC ard went this
morning, and a peculiar, meditative
look on her face, suggesting some recent
experience, caused the artist to transfer
her to his notcLook. Her step was
sprightly, her face warm and cheerful
i'll hue, her figure excellent, her walk
the most admirable thing about her
swaying, graceful, lissom-likc perfect
dancing with the whole body. Her walk
was Immediately merged into somebody
else's-mCrgcd mClOdiOusly. if one may
say so. A man came from the pump
room looking after the girl, and Hagar
remarked 4 similar swaying impulsion
i'll the walk Of both. He walked as far
as the gate Of the pumproom. then
sanntered back, urfclded Il newspaper.
closed IT up again, lit cigar, and, like
HaSar, stood watching the crowd alb
strGctCdly. He Was an outstanding fig
urc. Ladies, as they waited, occasional
ly locked at him through their glasses,
and the Duchess Of BrevCort thought he
would make picturesque figure for
rcCCptlOn-she was not less sure be-
cause his manner was neither savage
nor suburban. George Hagar was known
to some people as 1.-THE fellow who
looks back Of yen Mark Telford
might have been spoken CT as 1.-The man
who looks through you," fer, when he
did glance at Il man or woman, it was
with keen dircctnoss. affecting the per-
son locked at like flash Of light to the
eye. 1t isCasy TO write such things. not
SO easy TO verify them, but any one that
has seen the sleuthlike eyes Of men ac-
customCd to dealing with danger in tie
shape Of wild beasts or trcacherOGs
tribes or still more treachcrous compan-
ions, and whose lives depend upon their
feeling for peril and their uncrring
vigilance can sec what George Hagar
saw in Mari; Telfold's locks.
Tclfurd's glance went round the
crowd, appearing to rest fer an instant
Oh every person, and for longer time
on Hagar. The eyes Of the two men
met. Both We're Immediately puzzled,
for each had Il sensation Of some SUBJ
terrancan origin. TelfCrd Immediately
aftcrward passed out of the gate ard
went toward the st. Cloud gardens,
where the band was playing. For a
time Hagar did not STIR but idlcd with
his pencil and ECtCbcok. Suddenly he
started. and hurried out i'll the direction
Tclford had gone.
Il was an ass" he said to himself,
mot TO think Of that Mt first
He entered the st Cloud gardens and
walked round the promenade few
times, but without finding him. Pres
emily, however. Alpheus Richmond,
whose beautiful and brilliant waistcoat
and brass buttons with monogram
adorned showed advantagcously in the
liltiuiI- SubSiilDt, sdlu To Nlll 3. saw,
HaSar, who's that chap up there filling
the door of the summer house? Lord,
rather"
1t was Tclford. Hagar wished for the
slightest pretext to go up the unfre.
qucnSd side path and speak to him.
but his mind was too excited to do the
thing naturally without a stout pretext.
Besides though he admired the man 5
proportions and his uses from an ar.
tistic standpoint, he did not like him
personally. and he said that he never
could. He had instructive likes and dis.
likes. What had startled him at the
pumprocm and had made him come to
the gardens was the conviction that
this was tho man TO play the part in
the scene which. described by Mrs Det-
lor, had been arranging itself in hun
drsd ways i'll his brain during the night
tho GENIAL figures always the same.
the details, light, tone, coloring, ex.
preston, fusing, resolving. Then came
another and still more significant
thought. On this he had acted
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