The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1905-09-28

VfzEO proving glance.
Perfect country" he drawled to no
body in particular, though Tom Darby
was at hand to hear Orange sunshine
on the yellow sands, magenta shadows.
ultramarine sea, luXuriant foliage to
beat all creation. This beats tossing
around on board yacht, anyway.
Think I'll marry a native and settle
down to dream out my days in peace"
He lit the cigarette and Topped over
on his back, tiourlshng heavenward
his lengthy and immediately white
duck clad legs. Tom Darby resented
the resultant display of vivid hosiery
and growled. Darby was IN Il resent
full mood. He had been most comfy
aboard Dorrances private yacht, the
Beau Gallant, and saw no earthly rea-
son why he should have been dragged
therefrom for Il miles row over the
steaming shadows to the end that they
might merely loaf on the edge of the
beach. Moreover he was athirst.
There's not II drink in sight" he
said Grossly NOR suggestion of
breeze. This is plainly the jumping off
place. And Wen be caught in the
deuce of thunderstorm If I'm not mis-
taken"
disappointed. you mean"
"Besdes," Darby went on defantly,
ignoring the correction, who'd have
you, I'd like to know"
That's immaterial I'll find some
one" He raised his voice and chanted:
young gentleman, rich and of distin-
gushed appearance, desires wife. OBJ
jcct, matrimony. No tritlers.'
Darby grunted and resumed his dis
gusted contemplation of Eorrance's
socks. He was about to make an I'M
pleasant remark when both became
aware of the presence of a third per
son.
How she ever got there so quietly
Darby could never understand, but she
stood before them trim and neat and
most desirable in a chic muslin frock
and Il canary colored hat of some sort
with ribbons, perched saucily atop her
curly brown hair. Brown eyes she
had, too, and the very devil of mis-
chief lurking in their depths. and rosy
lips with the shadow of mirth in their
corners. Darby believes that her nose
is tip tilted just the least bit, but he
will never dare assert it. At any rate
she was entirely to be adorcd. with
the sun tiltering down through the
leaves and dotting her with little blurs
Of light.
Dorrance was on his feet in an in
slant, and you may believe that Tom
Darby was not far behind him. The
two stood like idiots, gaping at her as
If she had dropped from heaven. And
she might have that, but the dancing
eyes We're against the theory.
She glanced from the one to the 9th
er. apparently enjoying the situation
immensely. She fairly laughed when
at last she said
Good evening, gentlemen
Both stammered incohercnt re-
sponses, and then the young lady calm
ly pointed ut torrance with the tip
Of her dainty parasol.
"I'll marry you" said she. She might
have been asking him to tea.
But Dorrance was ever more ready
than Darby and lucky. 1t is but fair
to state that Tom was staggered, but
Dorrance.
IL was convinced of that when | laid
eyes on YOU" he said, bowling.
Just So" she laughed
And then Darby found his tongue.
perhaps you've overlooked me-" he
said tmidly "Dorrance is all very
well, but have my points" He stuck
out his chest, loutng low and with
flourish.
They're well covered" said Dor
rance hastily.
~ aich you hereby respectfully sub
NIT to my consideration she asked.
"Just So but you're a trifie late, Mr.
er-Dorrance ! think you said? Mr.
Torrance asked first"
Darby protested. But he never
imagined"
"Oh, but l did" Dorrance interrupt
ed unblushngly. I've expected this
right along"
"Of course he has" she added severe
ly. THAT was very ungallant Of YOU
Darby collapsed; he had never learn
ed to accept defeat gracefully.
Just my luck" he moaned. 81 nev-
er raised little doe and learned to
love Its soft brown eye but what ="
"Oh, dry up" said Torrance ungra
ciously enough. Besides. you have 1t
wrong"
Tom Darby sulked. The maiden
eyed pQrraQce somewhat approyingly.