Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1907-09-14

the foolish shopman had been severely
dealt with by Deborah When Sylvia
recovered, however, she insisted upon
seeing Bart again and then learned
that Paul had been taken to Charing
Cross hospital.
They drawed him from under the
wheels, miss. as white as vcllum
binding as amt bin used That gent
as he was a-walking arm in arm with
slipped and knocked Mr.. BeecOt spin
ming under the steam engine" So
did Bart describe the latest triumph
OF civilization. HE was that sorry, in
a cold blOoded way, as l never saw.
lie helped to git Mr.. Bcecot into a
cab and drove OFF. Then | come to
tell you"
Aaron never knew that the man who
possessed the brooch had been run
over by u motor car or was in the
hospital. Sylvia and Deborah both
tried to look as cheerful rs possible
and schemed how TO see the. lover
who had thus been laid low. Deborah
boldly announced that she was taking
Sylvia to buy her Il new drcSS-that
is, to choose it, for the cost was to be
paid out of the servants wageS-and
went with her one afternoon to the
hospital. They heard that Paul's arm
was broken and that he had been
slightly hurt about the head. But
the,e was no danger of his dying, and,
although they We're not allowed to see
him, the two women returned greatly
Cheared.
Meanwhile their attention was taken
up by the odd behavior of Aaron. The
old man suddenly announced that lie
was about to sell the shop and retire
ting rid of his stock, even at Il low
price.i Whether he sold the jewels so
cheal as the books no one ever knew,
but certainly the pundit caste did well
out of the sale. Within the week the
shop below was denudcd, and there
We're nothing but bare shelves, much
to the disgust of Bart, who, like Othel-
To- found his occupation gone. The
next day the furniture was to be sold,
and when Deborah was comforting
Sylvia mt the weeks end the fiat had
already gone forth. Whittier he intend
ed to transfer his household the old
man did not say, and this. in particu
lar. was the cause of Sylvia's grief.
She dreaded lest she should see her
lover no more. This she said to De
borah.
'See him you shall, and this very
day" cried the maiden cheerfully.
Il 7 ,l-O
up my mind whether to have magenter
or lilac, both being suited to my COM
pleXion. Not that it's cream of the
valley smother in rosebuds as yours
is, my angel, but dress | must have,
and your pa can't deny my taking
you to choose"
So the end of DebOrah'S shameless
diplomacy was that the two went
not to the inferior Diapers where
Debby bought her extraordinary gar
mentS. though they went there later,
but to the hospital. where to her joy
Sylvia was allowed to see Paul. He
looked thin and pale, but was quite
himself and very cheerful. My dar-
lingw he said kissing Sylvia's hand,
while Debby sat bolt upright near the
bed. with large handbag, and played
propriety by glaring. Now l shall
get well quickly. The sight of you
is better than all medicine"
at may be for the last time, Paul"
said Sylvia, trying to keep back her
tears, "but you'll give me your adj
dress, and I'll write"
ooh. Sylvia. what is it?"
my father has sold the books and is
selling the house. We are going
anywhere to l don't know"
70 sylvia" he asked, did your father
see my accident?"
"No, Paul. He was busy in the shop.
Bart saw it, but Dcbby said he wasn't
TO tell father"
Paul asked Sylvia another question.
"Do you remember that opal brooch
l showed you"
''The serpent. Yes?'
"Well, it's lost"
'Lost, PaulT'
The young man nodded mournfully.
"T'm very vexed about it," he said in
low tone; my mother wanted it
back. 1 was going to send it that very
day, but when l met with the accident
1t got lost somehow. 1t wasn't in
my pocket when my clothes We're eX-
amined, though ! asked for 1t as soon
as I became conscious. My friend
also couldn't tell me-"
Him as caused the smashes," said
Deborah, with several shifts. "A nice,
pretty friend, do say, sir"
at wasn't his fault, Deborah, Mr.
Hay stumbled on Il piece of orange
peel and jostled against me. 1 wa
taIien by surprise and fell into thu
m ddle of the road just as the motto
ca me along. Mr.. Hay was more thai
sorry and has come to see me ever.
day with books and fruit and al
manner of things"
Sylvia" said Paul softly, Il wan
you to send your father to me-"
Yes, Paul. Why do you wish to Sc
hi'uT'
Because he must be told of our love
don't think he will be 50 hard as yo1
think and L am ashamed of not hav