Washington State journal and Adams County news. [volume] (Ritzville, Wash.) 1906-1907, 1907-07-17

Charles.
Something out Of The Belle Of May
fair but forget the NAME" said the
| girl.
| Charley Duguid called to mind that
Robin Seamore had been whistling
tunes out Of that most popular piece all
the morning, and the notion set him
thinking.
Strange thing that Seamore should
suddenly take 1t into his head to cut
off to India, isn't it?' he said careless
~.
What did you sayr" asked the girl,
stopping the music and swinging round
on the music stool. There was surprise
in her voice, and something more than
surprise.
Hes going to turn tea planter"
The girl turned away, because her
visitor was looking at her, and she was
conscious that her face was scarlet
"Isn't 1t rather sudden" she asked,
with elaborate carelessness.
1T Is just a trifle sudden. We came
across an old school fellow last night
who offered him job, and he took it.
That's ALL" -
The girl began to play again, but she
played softly and absently, as II she
was thinking Of something else.
"When-when does he start?"
Tomorrow morning."
The piano became silent. Then for q
few bars she played very loudly, and
finally broke of with a noisy cascade
Of d1scord.
you must be dying for a cup of
tea" she said. what a wretch l am
to sit here strumming!"
mo hurry" said Mr.. Duguid amia-
bly,, and he reflected that, now that she
had gone deadly pale, she was even
prettier than when she blushed.
so many people 60 to India, don't
they?" she remarked.
Heaps Of people"
II do hope he'll be successful."
$50 do l."
LIST me see, do you take sugar. she
asked, balancing q lump aloft In the
silver tongs with a charming smile.
mo, thanks"
She put the lump In his cup and then
another, and he bore It uncomplaining-
".
"1s your tea quite ~ you like itr'
she asked.
"Jolhest cup Of tea ever tasted"
said the Hon. Charles Duguid, lying
Gallantiy. Poor old Bobbie: I think
he feels It, though, of course, be won't
own up. Can't think why he's going"
"Itis funny" said the girl, looking as
II. % far from being funny, she thought
It tragic. "He-he didn't say anything
about 1t yesterday"
HE feels his poverty very acutely."
Miss Farebrother frowned charming
~ and bit her lips. Don't you think
that's sillyf'
Mr.. Duguid remained silent,
Being poor doesn't make people any
better or worse than they are" she
said, argumentatively. IF you-like
person you don't stop to ask what his
Income Is, do your"
Mr.. Duguid laid down his empty cup
and looked at her gravely.
IF we're heiress to the best part Of
a Million" he sad, II don't know what
l should do. But"
swell. 60 on"
If were in love with such, a girl.
and my income were no more than
Boobies, 1 should should 20 to In.
dia."
Then his manner changed back to the
approved gaiety of an afternoon caller.
"And now l must really be going"
"Why hurry away?" said the girl.
She had again seated herself at the
piano and was playing softly. But she
was not playing comic opera now.
II promised to meet Bobbie at e.
II daresay he'll call here tonight
said the girl, in strained voice.
n don't think 20. He said he didn't
intend to call on any one. His notion
IL to get away quietly and make no
fuss."
A little melody continued to trickle
from the plano. but che fingers appear.
ed to DO in difficulty, for the proportion
Of wrong notes was outrageous
''shall say good-by to him for you r
be asked, mercilessly. HE leaves Vic.
toria at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning.
She nodded.
"Good afternoon, Misc Earebrother.
Please don't get up"
She shook hands without letting him
sec her face, and he left the house
with q smile.
'It's the incidental music that tells
the tale" he reflected. "She was NAV.
log Robin Adair,' and didn't know W.
SCENE THREE
You hereY' said the man.
"Yes. rm-I'm here" replied the girl.
tremulously.
The place was Victoria Station, the
hour was ten minutes short OF y
o'clock In the morning, and The boat
train was almost ready to START