Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1909-08-18
The Argus Daily Short Story
Fate-and Their Names-By Clara A. Grady
Copyrighted 1908. Associated Literary Press

stopped TO pick it up. When his eyes
again sought the girls face there was
a confusion in il which the slight ac-
cidcnt hardly warranted.
I'D like to see your brother" he
suggested politely.
He was not prepared for the sudden
terror which flashed into her face. and.
with view TO putting her at her ease.
he continued Smilingly; You see, I'm
taking the relationship for granted The
likeness to picture of himself, which
John once sent me, is too great to ad-
init of doubt
The girl flushed and ut the same
time looked relieved. Yes" she
brcathed softly. I'm his sister. And
I'm sorry. but my-John is away at
present"
cartons face fell. Il. too, am
sorry he said simply and fingered.
The girl eyed him doubtfully. She
seemed to he, undecided. but finally
asked slowly, "Will you come in?''
But he had seen the effort which this
words cost her, SO he prevaricated
slightly
NO, thanks. | have my train to
| make When will your brother be
back" is a quick after thought. 81
could stop off again if
HE will not be back for some time"
she interposed hurriedly. do not ask
me where he is" appealingly, for
| annot tell you.'
! 4 SuSpicion was dawning in Barton's
mind Excuse me-" he begged gently.
Perhaps your brother is in some diff.
| Guilty. some trouble, and l could help
him"
NO. no: you cannot help him-I
mean. he is in no trouble" she cor
recled herself hastily.
There's something wrong there" he
| reflected as he retraced his steps to
| ward the station. why didn't the
boy tell me in his last letter that Ii,
was going away? Is it possible tina
| the young cub has managed to dis
| grace himself and left his sweet littl,
| sister TO bear the burden? But. oh
| I'm sure. he's not that kind. A few
| Inquiries in the village might-bu
| Charles Barton is no spy. I'll let tn,
matter drop for Il few days: then IL
| try again 10 gain the shrinking con
fidence of John Quilts sister. AND
| woe to those who are at the bottom o
| the trouble,''
But when, four days later. he mount
| ed the hill that led to the village h
i was forced To confess that the interes
which he felt in John Quilts sister IA
| exceeded any he had ever entertained
in respect to the youth. The girl
| sweet face was ever before him.
AS he entered the village he cam
face to face with the girl of hi
thoughts She was coming out of
big house, and she carried Il huge bun
dle-sewing. he rightly judged rs b
| FASTENED to relieve her of it, The ia
diant blush with which she thanke'
him Barton took as a favorable sign.
live come back" he said eagerly.
I'm SO glad-I mean," as she de
tected the look that leaped into hi!
eyes I'm glad of this chance to con
fess in person something that has beer
worrying me greatly. | was going t,
write She was interrupted by tn,
postmiStress. who. taking advantag,
of her position to crafty IL very nat,i
raj curiosity, came running out ON he
porch.
Hey" she shouted. Here's let
ter for YOU frautically waving thu
missiye in question. Barton steppe,
forward to take it, aud in doing so hi
eyes inadvertently fell on the super
scription. He read no farther than tn
name, but there was a question in hi
eyes when they met hers. She answer
ed it bravely.
Yes, ii is mine. My name is Jonqui
March. There never was a job
Quill" She was walking faster, an,
her face was very red.
"Why did you do it," he asked sim
ply.
Because my life bere was SO des