Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1908-10-09

81 will ride Black DAN Jenkins"
said Peggy calmly.
Yes, miss replied Jenkins. disap-
pearing in the direction of the stables.
Holcomb frowned and prepared to
follow in the wake of the groom.
'Of course you know you can't ride
Black Dan. Peggy" he said impatient.
ly. HE has thrown you twice. and l
have said no woman shall mount him
again. Any other horse in the sta
bleS"-
Thank you,' said Peggy coidly. Il
don't care toride any other horse. You
are such an ole granny, Bob.''
"Shall l order Pretty Girl?" asked
Holcomb patiently.
NO. l have ordered Black Dam"
she replied defantly.
II must countermand the order, Peg
gy. No woman shall ride him with my
permission" said Bob stiffly.
Peggy's eyes flashed ominously. and
her pretty lips stiffened into straight
line. IF you countermand my order,
Bob Holcomb," she. flashed angrily.
you may She choked back Il little
sob.
"What?'
"You may keep the ring you We're
going to give me-" finished Peggy re-
| morselessly.
do you mean it," he asked, coming
| closer to her and looking down into her
wide gray eyes.
"Yes," said Peggy hardly.
Holcomb turned away with a little
! droop of his broad shoulders. Never
theless, Peggy, / must countermand
the ORDER he said gravely. Then he
went down the steps and disappeared
through the stable gateway.
Peggy Linwood stared after him
with hot cheeks and flashing eyes
Her little brown hands frightened their
grasp on the arms of the low chair
I'm very glad l broke it off, she
thought mechanically. Fancy being
married to man with such nasty
temper as Bob Holcomb! What fool
l was to fall in love with him.
She sped upstairs to the chintZ sit
ting room, where her mother sat be-
fore coy fire. Mother. dear, let us
so home ut once" she began abruptly
Il can't stay in Bob Holcombs house
another minuter' She sank breath
| leSSly on the couch.
Mrs. Linwood adjusted her glasses
and looked quizzically at her daugh
ter. 1--WE mustn't spoil Bob's house
party, dear" she said mildly. Il told
him we would stay until Monday, and
we must do SO. Have you quarrelcG
with him, PeggyT'
"Yes," said Peggy shortly.
"What about? Was it worth whilc?'
I'D rather not tell, mother" admit
ted Peggy guiltily.
i "Oh. wellr Mrs. I.inwood smiled
furtively into her book. IF l We're go
ing TO quarrel, Peggy, dear. wouldn
wear that brown dress. You know i
is so unbecoming. and when Il woman
disagrees with man she should veal
her prettiest frock. Now, the blu'
linen
But Peggy had flown out of til,
room and was anxiously surveyin:
herself in the chevaI glass in her owl
pretty apartment Mothers right,
she sighed nliserably. Il look frigh
in this frock. It's too late to prett.
up very much, but-where is the blu,
linen!"
Late that afternoon Peggy encoun
tered Bess Dane sauntering across th
lawn under the shade of century oil,
elmS.
Congratulate me, Peggy, DEAR" an
nounced Bess, airily extending a slim
hand.
Peggy gasped.
"Not Frederic? Bess, dear
"Not Frederic interrupted Mis-
Dane coolly. Guess again, Peg, AM
in the meantime admire my ring. Ism
1t the sweetest ever?"
Such an odd ring it was too. II
Vulnerable small diamonds formed til
petals of a daisy, with blazing topa
for the yellow cepter. Peggy locke