Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1907-10-03

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which they do she bein' alive ten years
ago. when she larst wrote"
You have not heard from her SINGER
asked Paul inquisitively.
Sir. you may burn me or prison me
or put me in pillaries," said Mrs. Taw
sey, "but deceive you l won't. Me an
lilly, not bein' of Apply matchin', don't
correspond. We're Londing both," ex-
claimed Deborah, father 'avin' bin a
'awker, but why she went to the coun-
try or why stopped in Gwynne street
no one knows. And may I arsk, Mr..
Beecot, why you arsk of that place."
''Your late master came from Christ
church. Mrs Tawsey. Did you never
hear him mention it?''
THAT ! never did for close he was.
Mr.. Beecot. say what you like. l new
err knowed but what he'd pawned and
sold them bookses all his blessed life,
for all the talkin' he did. If I'd ha'
knowed," added Deborah, lifting her
red finger, las he'd bin married afore
and intended to cast out my lovely
queen I'd ha' strangled him myself"
"He had no intention of casting out
Sylvia" said Paul musingly: "he GER
tainly left the money to her"
"Then why ave that other got it?'
"Sylvia's name wasn't mentioned,
and Miss Krill is legally entitled as
the legitimate daughter
Call her what you like. she's cat,
as her mother is afore her." said Mrs
Tawsey Indignantly, land not young
at that. Thirty and over, as I'm Il liv-
In woman"
"Oh, l don't think Miss Krill is as
old as that
Being II man you wouldn't. sir, men
bein' blind to wrinklings and paint.
But paint she do, the hussey, and
young she amt. Over thirty, if l die
for the sayin' Of it,
But Mrs. Krill was married 10 your
master only thirty years ago"
"Then more shame to 'er," snapped
Deborah masterfully, "for she amt
an honest woman if the signs Of age
is believin'. Will l write to my sister
Tilly. as l don't love. Mr.. Beecot, and
arsk IL she knowed master when he
wos in that there place, which she
can't ave, seeing she's bin there but
ten year, and he away twentyT'
mo. Deborah, you'd better say moth
ing The case is in Hurd's hands. I'll
tell him what you say and leave the
matter to him. But you must be de-
ceived about Miss Krill's age"
1--WE got two eyes an a nose" re-
torted Mrs. Tawsey, 80 don't talk
of deceivin's. Thirty and more she
is, the hussey, let her Jezebel of a
mar lie as she like, an can say what
you will. Mr.. Beecot. But there's my
pretty smilin' from the winder and
the tubs a-waitin', so you go in and
smooth 'er affections while 1 see that
Mrs. Purr irons the shirts, which she
do lovely. there's no denyin' Hohr'
And Deborah plunged round the cor
ner of the house.
Paul walked through the newly Gre
ated garden, in which he saw many
proofs of SyIvia's love for flowers, and
reached the door in time to take the
girl in his arms. She was flushed and
joyful, and her eyes were as bright
as stars. Paul, darling" she said
as they entered the sitting room
where she was struggling with the &C.
counts, I'm SO glad you are here
What's nine times nine?'
Eighty one" said Paul. looking at the
! long list of figures Sylvia had been
! trying to add up. "Why do you make
! your head ache with these accounts
darling?"
Il must help Debby, Paul, and 1 gel
on very we'll with the aid of an arith
metic." And she pointed to small
schoolbook which she had evidently
been studying.
LET me take the burden from your
shoulders" said her lover, smiling
and sat down at the table, which was
strewr with bills. In about an hour
he had arranged all these and haG
made them out neatly to Deborah's
various customers. Then he directed
the envelopes, and Sylvia sealed then
up. All the time they laughed ant
chatted and despite the dull toll thor
oughly enjoyed themselves. ''But
am glad to see. Sylvia" said Beecot
pointing to three library volumes ly
ing on the sofa, that you enjoy your
! self occasionally"
ooh" said Sylvia. bouncing on these
I'm so glad you spoke, Paul! want
ed to say something to you. The Con
fessions of Thug" she read out ant
looked at Paul. Have you read it?''
! Beecot nodded by Colonel Mead
/ ows Taylor. A very interesting book
but rather bloodthirsty one for you
dearestH
'Debby got It," confessed Miss Nor
man, "along with some other books
from a literary customer who couIt
not pay his bill. 1t is very strange
Paul, that The Confessions of Thug
should be among the books"
REALLY. l don't see why" smilet
Beecot, lingering the old fashione,
! volumes.
l ITS the finger of fate. Paul." SAT-
Sylvia solemnly. Then. seeing her lov
er look puzzled. Il mean that l shoul'
i find out what goor isl
"Goorg' Paul looked more puzzle,
than ever.
"It's an Indian word" eypIained Sy]