The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1905-08-18

your real one? And have you really
learned TO remember il? For my part.
any old name will smell as sweet. now
that I'm close to the rose"
jerked my hand away from him.
81 didn't ask you to call" said,
naughty as the dowager herself was
when first saw her in her gorgeous
parlor. the bishops card In her hand
mo. | noticed that" he roared.
jovially. "You skinned out the front
door the moment you saw me. All
that was left to me was to skin after.
"Why?"
Why" He slapped his leg as
though he'd heard the best joke in tbs
world. ITO renew our acquaintance
of course. To ask you If you wouldn't
like me to buy you a red coat and hat
like the one you left behind you that
day over in Philadelphia, when you
cut your visit so short. To insist
upon my privilege of relationship. To
call that wink you gave me in the hall
that day, you little devil. Now, don't
look at me like that. say, let's be
friends; won't your"
mot for a red coat trimmed with
chinchilla," | cried.
He got between me and the door.
prices gone up?" he inquired,
pleasantly. who's bulling the
stoek?"
Never you mind. so long as his
name isn't Ramsay"
But why shouldn't his name be
Ramsay? he cooed.
eJust because it isn't. I'm expect
ing a friend. Hadn't you better so
| home to Mrs. Dowager Diamonds"
Bully! Is that what you call her?
No, I'll stay and meet your friend"
Better not"
"oh, I'm not afraid. Does he know
as much about you as | dor
More"
About your weakness for other
| girls coats?'
Yes"
You do know 1t all, don't you? And
| yet you care for me, Maggie Mona
han!"
| retreated before him into the din
ing room. What in the world to do to
| get rid of him,
II think you'd better go home, Mr..
| Ramsay | said again, decidedly. IF
| you don't, I'll have TO call the janitor
| to put you out.
Call, sweetheart. He'll put you
| out with me; for I'll tell him thing
or two about you, and we'll go and
find better place than this. Stock
can't be quoted so high, after all, il
this is the best prospectus your friend
can put up. Why don't you
| CALF"
looked at him. / was thinking
'Well?" he demanded
i've changed my mind"
Oh, Mag Mag, did you ever see the
man-ugly as cannibal he may be
and old as the cannibals great-grand-
father-that couldn't be persuaded he
was lady-killer?
His manner changed altogether, He
pumped down on the lounge and pat
Ited the place beside him inyitingly
giving me wink that was deadly.
But, Mrs. Dowager!" exclaimed
coquettishly
ooh. that's all right, little cRe! She
hasn't even missed me yet. When
she's playing bridge she forgets even
to be jealous"
playing bridge" | murmured
sweeuy " way OFF In Philadelphia
while you, you naughty man
Oh, he loved that!
Not so naughty as-as I'd like tt
be-" he beloved, heavily witty. AND
she isn't way off in Philadelphia
either. She's just round the corner
at Mrs. Gates, and what's the mat
ter?"
Nothing nothing. Did she recog
iiize me?"
"Oh. that's what scared you, is 1t
She didn't recognize you. Neither dit
II, till got that second glimpse o
you with your hat and jacket on. Blu
even II she had-ho! hol no! say
do you know, you couldn't convinc
tho bishop and Henrietta, II you,
talk till doomsday, that that red Goa
and hat we advertised weren't takei
By little girl that was daffy. Fact
swear III They admit you took tn
coat, you little witch, but 1t was whel
you were out OF your mlnd--of cours
of course! The very fact that sh
left the coat behind her and too
, nothing else from the house shows
mind diseased insisted Hcnrietts
or courseof course! And her com
! ing for no reason.at all to your house
adds the Bishop NJ. Say, wha
! was the reason?'
! Maggie. I'll tell you hard thing
1t isn't when people think worse d
! you than you are. but better, that 70
: pink earth-stars they are. the swee
i feel most uncomfortable l got pal
and sick inside of me at the though
Of my poor little bishop. loved hit
I fer believing me straight and
A rive been dying Of curiosity
q know what was in your wise littl
0 head that day" he Vent on. "oh,
was wise all right. that wink yo
1 gave me was perfectly sane; there wa
q method In that madness Of yours"
n II will tell you, Mr.. Ramsay"
said, sweetly, at supper"
Supper