Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1903-05-28

little. 81 think / would like to be a
seagull better than anything in the
world" she remarked.
III you will be a seagull in your
next incarnation" said the journalist,
81 shall try and arrange to be a sea-
gull, too
Very Well" said Blue Cap, grave
ly. Don't forget" She craned her
lovely neck toward the beach. 1.-THE
sun is in my eyes and the salt stings
Them" she explained, so that | can't
be quite sure, but l thought l saw
somebody go into my tent. No-into
the one next to it,
Mine" said the journalist. But
there is nothing to steal there-ex-
cept NY clothes"
"Ah!" she cried, someone vas in
your tent. A boy or a child, or some
thing, in a red cap. 1t has just come
out with something in it's arms"
The journalist looked in the direc-
ton indicated by a pink finger and
recognized the America infant, toll
ig In full retreat over the billy
shingle, with something indistinguish-
able trailing behind it. 1t vanished
behind barrier of piles, green and
glossy with weed of ocean.
81 wonder" said the journalist,
thoughtfully, what the little beast is
doing" Then he started and ex-
claimed. by Jove. Little dew!
Pray forgive me, but see what he is
up to- He has been stealing your
cIothes!"
"You mean-yours," cOntradicted
Blue Cap. She shut her teeth and
swan on vigorously.
at was out Of your tent he came
when | was looking"
There he isl" exclaimed the jour
nalist. See for yourself. All, he has
lodged out of sight"
Silence born of apprehension fell
between the speeding swimmers.
The journalist landed first, and care
fully avoiding a backward glance,
strobe toward his tent. Entering the
first glance convinced him that with
the exception OF one sock, the canvas
tenement itself was the sole covering
left him.
His first impulse. to start in search
of the infant perpetrator of the out
rage, was subdued by this conscious
ness. His second. to swear, he in
dulged softly.
ooh. go ONT" The voice was that of
Blue Cap. II don't know any but the
ones! Isn't it horrible! That
child-imp-whatevor it is, has left
me nothing TO wear"
Nothing! Is it possible! What is
to be done? All, your maid will be
returning soon. You can send her
home for clothes!"
The answer came dolefully.
MY maid has been back and left
my buns and peaches. | have hard
y the heart to eat, but it seems
pity to waste them, doesn't it,"
Paper bags crackled Blue Cap was
taking precautions against waste.
Think what is to be done!" she
cried. IF something isn't-we may
stop here all day! This is such
onely bit of beach; we're miles from
he other bathers. AS for Challis-
my maid-she has gone to her dinner.
The servants table d'hote is earlier
han ours at the hotel"
Which is your hotel?" asked the
journalist.
The Cliff"
Mine tool"
"Oh, then" came back through the
canvas partitions, you could, with
out much trouble"
"Could--?''
Gould run back and ask them to
send me some things to put on. Ask
for Lady MORA Ferrar's maid they'll
send her to you. What did you say?"
81 said, or was going to say, first
ly. that had heard your name before,
Lady MORA, and, secondly. that l
should have to get some things for
myself first. | cant go back to the
hotel in one sock"
''Ha, ha, ha." A burst of silver
laughter us that all the little wretch
has left you? Ha, ha, hal"
The American prodigy. returning to
the scene of his crime. squatted
behind sand-hilock to lis
ten to the dialogue.
''You may laugh, and l grant it's a
queer situation" said the journalist,
grimly. but would be
glad to know how We are to get out
of it,"
Blue Cap was evidently bordering.
There is one thing that could be
done. II would take a
brave man to do it, though"
Would it?"
Because it would entail getting
mobbed and laughed at" Blue Caps
voice sank to bird-like note of cajol.
cry. mo, l don't think I'll risk tell
ing you what it is
Don't your"
Because"
Because"
Because | shouldn't like to find
out that you-that YOU"
please go on. Lady Moira."