Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1907-09-07

the wust kind, so we'll find out if he's
a liar before you loses your dear heart
to him"
But I'm not a liar began Paul,
only to be cut short again.
LAS we'll l knows" burst out Miss
Junk. her arms akimbo again. do
you think. sir. as I'd ha' let you come
loving my pretty one and me not
Knowing if it was Judas or JeZebel!
Not me. if I never drank my nightly
drop of beer again. What you told
Miss Sylvia of your frantic pa and your
loving ma she told me. Pumping you
may call it," shouted Deborah. empha-
sizing again with the red finger. but
everything you told in your lover way
she told her old silly Debby. l ses
to Bart, if you loves me, Bart. go down
to Wargrove, wherever it may be-if
in England. which doubt-and if he
meaning you-don't tell the truth, out
he goes if | have the chucking of him
myself and a police court cummings
over it. SO Bart goes to Wargrove
and he find out that you speaks true,
which means that you're Il gent, sir
if ever there was one, in spite of your
frantic pa, so l hopes as you'll marry
my flower and make her happy-bless
you" And Deborah spread large
pair of notified arms over Paul'S head.
ITS all true" said he good natured-
ly; my father and I don't get on well
together, and | came to make Il name
III
Deborah, l may be Il scamp"
THAT you are not" she burst out
"Why, Bart's been follerin' YOU ev-
eryWhere, and lie and me, which is
to he his lawful wife and master,
knows all about you and that there
place in bloomsbury, and where you
go and where you don't go. And let
me tell you. sir" again she lifted her
finger threateningly, "if you wasn't
what you Oughter be never would you
see my pretty one again-nO not
if l had to wash the floor in your
blue blood-for blue it is. if what
Bart learned was true of them stone
figgcrs in the church." and she gaSped.
Paul was silent for Il few minutes,
looking at the floor He wondered
that he had not guessed all this.
Often it had seemed strange to him
that so faithful and devoted couple
of retainers as Bart and Deborah Junk
should favor his wooing Of Sylvia and
keep it from their master, seeing that
they knew nothing about him. "All
the same" he said aloud, and follow.
ing his own thoughts, its strange
that you should wish her to marry
| me-
Miss Junk made a queer answer
I'm glad enough to see her marry
any one respectable, let alone a gent
Mr.. Beecot, twenty year ago, q sliI
| of ten, | come to nuSs the baby as was
| my loving angel upstairs, and her ms
had just passed away to jine them as
| lives overhead playing harps Al
| these years I've never heard young
step on them stairs, save Miss Sylvia:
and Bart's, him having come five years
ago, and a brat he was. And would
| you believe it, Mr.. Beecot, I know nc
more of the old man than you do He.
| queer, and he's wrong altogether, anC
that frightened of being alone in The
dark as you could make him a corr
with a turnip lantern"
what is he afraid OFF,"
"Ah,' said Deborah significantly
what indeed? 1t may be police ant
it may be ghosts; but. ghosts or police
he never ses what he oughter say il
he's a respectable man, which T sadly
fear he amt
He may have his reasons to-
Miss Junk tossed her head aud snort
ed again loudly. "Oh, yes-he has hi: