The Newport miner. [volume] (Newport, Wash.) 1899-current, 1908-12-31

customs. Might have caused interna-
Honal complications by abducting you.
Even as it is, he may spot your win
dow ledge and twang Il guitar or a
either, or whatever it is that Syrians
do twang. He may cause you to lose a
whole nights Sleep
Miss Kilroy commenced transcribing
her notes TRANQUILITY. He's relegated
to the past she declared airily. His
song is sung"
The elevator boy stuck his head
through the doorway. There are two
queer looking females, fixed up in some
kind OF foreign trappings. that want to
see Miss kilroy," he announced.
Show them in, Tommy-that is, if
you don't mind, Mr.. Grantley." She
looked at him inquiringly.
mot at all. | will step into the adj
joining room If they will be embar-
rassed, or Ill listen to your style in in
terviewing," he said teasngy.
Miss kflroy smiled when Yer visitors
entered in the very evident throes of
formality. "Oh. it's you is it, Zulieka.
and your pretty daughter"
The old woman smiled and nodded
until her ear pendants jingled. Eve
come see maiden like dawn" she an
nounced genially.
Miss kilroy remembered the origin
OF the compliment and had the grace
to blush. Did you come to tell me
some more about your beautiful coun-
try S' cha aSEoI
The woman shook her head. "Come
to tell-a you of my son." she beamed.
HAS he succeeded in getting a posi-
tion?" interestedly.
NO, not on the work we come. is it.
Hareede?" She appealed to her daugh-
ter delightedly.
The girls black eyes glowed with i'm
portance. "We-we women-it is al
ways so,' she explained overwhelmingly.
'it is for us to tell the fair one that
she is beloved
'An' you marry my son-yes? broke
In the mother eagerly.
Miss Kilroy sank back in her chair
weakly. "Of all things she gasped.
You Ikea my SON." urged Zulieka,
leaning over and patting caressingly
the limp hand of the object Of her sons
affection.
Miss kilrOy looked dazed II can't
marry your son" she announced feebly.
but my son-my son! He Ikea you.
he marry you The way you smile
make him happy. l ask YOU to marry
my son. her gestures expressing fer
vent solicitude that exceeded her yo-
cabulary.
But don't want to marry your son.
hate your SOM declared Miss Kill
roy desperately
The eyes OF the two matrimonial
agents flashed and their voices rose an
grily. Miss Kilroy put her blond head
upon the desk and sobbed Grantley
considered this an suspicious moment
for interference. He rose and spoke
blandly to the mother. who stood pant
ing with Indignation at the slight to
her offspring.
at is perhaps best for HE to explain
the situation madam" and he bowed
low In a manner which he hoped would
impress them with an Idea that he had
learned his manners in foreign court
circles. 'It. is not that Miss KiIroy
scOrns your son; It IS that He
hedged for time to invent something
soothingly plausible at is only that
you have come too late. Miss Kilroy
is already betrothed," he added grave
ly. "and therefore expresses regret that
she cannot consider your son."
The blond head Of the sociological
the desk. Zulieka. however, repeated
uncomprehendingly "Betrothed?'
GRAVITY said slowly, "Betrothed-af
fanced-to be wed-espousa." he added
desperately.
The mother and sister Of the reject
ed looked at each other witha flash OF
understanding "Ah-h" they breathed.
ITO me-to me-" Grantley tapped
his breast conyincingly.
The WOman's face was again wreath
ed in smiles II tell-a my son. l tell-a
him that the beautiful maid not strong
to cookie wash. He marry Syrian
now. May the rising sun forever kiss
your hair, mees, and may your chill
dren be as many as the pomegranite
seed" she said to Grantley with grow
ing cordially.
When the door closed behind them
Grantley stood with his feet apart and
his hands in his pockets, according to
the method Of meditating man.
by Jove!' he said finally.
A slight sniff was Miss Kilroys only
contribution toward relieving the awk-
wardness of the situation.
"We're engaged" he announced
cheerfully.
you're q brutev she answered chok-
ingly.
Il must say your interviews are con-
Quoted upon rather original lines" he
tea Qd