Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-09-24

and Lerimer ana fe4gy could stand Urls
sort of treatment verySwell.
After few days out-a few more or less,
what does 1t matter on a wedding trip
Lorimer caught his bride by the arm.
LOOK, Peggy" he said there's land!
On this occasion Constitutional Smith was
within earShot.
That" he said grfpvely. pointing toward
the land, that is tbs Island Of Swat"
That evening Ellington O'Keefe came
aboard-the real O'Keefe. O'Keefe and
Smith were born managers, and so cleverly
did they arrange meetings and departures
that none of the natives, and, in fact, none
OF the yachts crew knew of the difference
in identity. Lorimer and Peggy certainly
never knew it-they didn't care at this
time much about outside matters. The
yacht, of course, anchored short distance
from the shore In the morning Lorimer
and his bride stepped ashore with Smith
and saw what thefe1lw to see There
was not much, but they saw it all and
returned They hae-anchored but for
day and in the evening they were to sail
again.
Toward evening O'Keefe and Smith sat
in a state room overlooking the island.
Everything" said O'Keefe, lis in good
shape. You'll go ashore this evening and
I'll go back to Monroe
''The couple said Smith, referring to
Lorimer and Peggy, "the couple won't
bother you. Leave 'em alone and they're
all right. They're both all right, any
way"
THAT reminds me- said O'Keefe. i've
got a little affair of that kind myself. I've
been hanging around a widow out there in
Monroe for few months, more or less,
and, by George, I'm going to marry her,
that's what"
"a widow! exclaimed Smith. ''Who is
she anyway
Names HallowelI," returned OKeefe 81
guess you've heard of her, haven't your
'Hallowell" said Smith, thinking as he
said it of a plump arm that used to rest
near him on the table "Hallowell? 1 be-
HeVo I did Seep,s 70 ,i1ior
shes a widow" said O'Keefe, land she's
all right
Suddenly he touched Constitutional Smith
upon the arm. Say" he asked, amt
wife?"
constitutional Smith smiled. He waved
his hand toward the Isle of Swat.
Married. he exclaimed. II amt much
married. Again he waved his hand toward
the isle.
Il amt only got matter of six or eight
or ten wives over there In Swat. But what
can you expect 1 only been there a mat
ter of few months or so. Give me a
chance. A man can't do everything at
once
From which it may be inferred that Mr.
Smith was indulging in mere airy persi-
hage. He held out his hand.
so long," he said.
Two minutes later he dropped over the
vessels side.
$50 longr' he called. "Good-bye"
Constitutional Smith, at one time strong
arm man, swindler and general all-round
grafter-but now an honest man-Strong-
arm Smith seized the oars and, whstling
merry tune, he rowed for the shore.
There was tinkle of the bell, and the
yachts engines began to throb and pulsate.
In the twinkling of an eye she swung
around and started off.
Two young people were leaning over her
stern. They were watching unknown
man rowing toward the shore In a small
boat. 1t was almost dark Finally they
could see him no longer but the tune he
was whistling was plain enough. 1t was
none other than Sweet Peggy"
John Loril1er, man with a good voice,
and with plenty of good reason for using
1t; young man, with all a young mans
romantic nature, took up in words the song
that the other man was carrying in tune:
I'd rather own that car, sir,
With Peggy for my bride,
Than coach and four and gold galore
And lady by my side.
For the lady would sit forninst me
On cushion made with taste,
But Peggy would sit beside me
With my about her waist.
As she sat In the low backed car
The man at the turnpike bar
Never asked for his toll,
But just rubbed his poll,
And looked after the lbw- backed car.
John Lorimer consulting chemist, stopped
down and kissed his bride, Peggy Robson
Lorimer, not once, but many, many times.
Ellington O'Keefe, who was on his way
toward them, looked once and changed his
mind Then he rubbed his old. rather
middle-aged. poll and sauntered some
where else. tEf
over on the Isle of Swat group of ma
tives ran down to the shore in the darkness
and hauled up boat ya-.
''Oh Keefe, Oh Keefe," they cried, as a
man stepped out ''Oh Keefe, Akoond of
Swat"
This man, of course, was Constitutional
Smith.