Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1909-11-02

Out through the Dorringtons' Japa-
nese garden fed the Little White
Lady. There were lotus lilies on the
pond, and two great gray lanterned
posts, green lighted. guarded the gates.
Then came the white driveway and the
stretch Of dark pines. and IN the pines
the Little White Lady paused.
'HTherer' she whispered and laughed
deliciously. He'll never find me-"
But he did find her, looming like a
great ghost in his white linen suit.
You can't get away from me-" he
chanted.
The Little White Lady sat down on
a log. eff you follow young women
into a dark stretch OF woods you
should bring a chaperon with you"
she reproved him.
MRS. Darlington is asleep"
"AsleepP' Jacqueline said. "Why, it's
only O'Clock"
He laughed. Don't let US quarrel
any more, Jackie"
''It isn't 1 who quarrel" she said in
dignantly.
'Then let us say it is l." he muir
INJURED, 'and, having made of myself
the culprit, we will return to the origi-
nal subject"
mo. You will ask me to marry you
again, and won't"
And yet you will give me no rea-
son." he said gravely, coming close to
her. ''If you will say once with your
eyes meeting mine that you do not love
me / will promise not to ask you again
for fortnight"
Her eyes fell. 'T want to be free"
He drew a long breath. "Oh. Little
White Lady" he said, would you feel
Gagged to come to me? 1 have loved
you so long, and you are only nine
teen now. / was such big boy when
you used to f1utter through the garden
next door and peep through the hedge
and beg for our roses.'
"And even then you called me the
Little White Lady" she reminded him.
''Yes. and when 1 went away two
years ago L thought you would give
But ever since my return you have
evaded every question"
Father needs me-"
That night Philip WaIford had a
long talk with his host. lis the father
still daft on plant parasitesT' he asked.
"Yes. and Jacqueline reads to him
every night because his eyes are bad"
ITS a beastly shame" Philip flung
out.
When Jackie went home she refused
to talk to Philip.
"Of course l saw him." she told her
sisters YEARLY the first morning at
breakfast, land he's just the same old
Phil"
did he make love to your" Minette
demanded.
II should hope not" 1t was their
father who spoke. "You know Jacque-
line is already promised"
"Oh, that" laughed Minette. ''of
course. But that wouldn't keep her
from flirting with Philip"
Jacquelines face famed. ut would"
she declared ''I wouldn't flirt with
Philip for anything in the whole wide
world. He is too good. too true. to
fiirt WITH"
Minette looked at her curiously
after that defense" she said. the
beast had better watch out for a RI
val"
The goggles were turned toward her.
"Minette," her father asked In a heavy
voice, whom do you call the beastT''
"Von Puttkamer," said Minette
saucily.
And now the goggles were turned on
Jacqueline. my dear. I have given
my word to my friend"
Jackie stood up and faced him. "But
IL haven't said that l would. father"
she said.
And with that she fed from the
room and to the foot OF the garden,
where there was an old sundial that
marked the dividing line between the
two places. Beyond was the Walford
rose garden, and on a stone bench
overrun with ivy sat Philip sketching.
"Ah. my Little White Ladyr he said
and made room for her. and then, as
be saw her face, what troubles you.
dearF'
''Is anybody happy. Philip she
asked, and she was very white.
He shook his head. "yVho kpows?''
he murmured. "But all the rest of the
world might weep If only could make