Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1910-03-11


< the color of Attorney cream when irs
4 ready to be skinned? Her complex
/ ions lust like that, and when she's
angry, it's as If you squeezed the juice
! of about one red currant into the
whole pan of cream Not more than
/ one, should think. See what l
mean?"
Eyes. She must be awfully pretty.
! Tell me more. His she nice hair!
| Even teeth?"
/ 81 should think she hadi" an
! swered Mr.. Van Torp, with even more
! enthusiasm than he had shown yet
/ They're as small and even and white
! as if somebody had gone to work and
! carved them all around half new
billiard ball, not separate. you under
| stand, but all in one piece. Very pref
/ ty mouth they make, with those rather
| broiled- salmon-colored lips she has,
| and a little chin that points up, as II
/ she could hold herFown. She can, too.
Her hair? Well, you see. she's cut It
short, to be a boy, but It's as thick
as a beavers fur, / should say, ana
pretty black It's a silky kind or
hair. that looks alive. You know
what I mean, / daresay. Some bru-
nettes' hair looks coarse and dusky.
like horsehair, but hers isn't that KIND,
and it makes q sort of reflection IN the
sun, the way young ravens wing
feathers do, If you understand"
You're describing a raving beauty.
it seems to me-"
"Oh, no." said the American limo
Gently. Now If our friend Griggs.
the novelist were here, he'd ind all
the right words and things, but l can
only tell you just what I saw"
you tell it uncommonly weil!"
Margaret's face expressed anything
but pleasure. us she tall?"
TITS hard to tell, in mems clothes
Three inches shorter than l am, may
be. I'm a middle-sized man, / sup
pose. used to be five feet ten in my
shoes. She may be five feet seven.
not more"
But that's tall for woman"
els it?" Mr.. Van Torp's tone ex-
pressed an innocent Indifference.
yes Has she nice hands"
II didn't notice her hands. oh, yes,
1 remember!" he exclaimed. suddenly
correcting himself 81 did notice
light and I happened to look at her
fingers. Small, well-shaped fingers,
tapering nicely, but with sort of
firm look about them that you don't
often see in a woman's hands. You've
got it, too"
Have II" Margaret looked down at
her right hand But, of course, hers
are smaller than mine" she said.
We'll, you see, orientals almost all
have very small hands and feet-too
small, call them-little tiny feet like
mice"
Margaret's own were well-shaped,
but by no means small.
"The girl is in London, you say2"
Her tone made a question of the state
ment.
"She was there two days ago, when
I left. At least, she had been to see
me that very morning. Almost as
soon as she was gone went out, and
in the first shop looked into I met
Logotheti. 1t was Pinney's, the jew
eler's, / remember, fer I bought a col
lar stud. We came away together
and walked some time, and he told
me the Tartar girls story. asked
him to dine to-day, but I was obliged
to leave town suddenly. and so had
to put him OF with a note. 1 dare
say he's still in London"
IT daresay he is, Margaret re-
peated, and rising suddenly she went
to the window.
Mr.. Van Torp rose too. and thought
OF what he should say in taking his
leave OF her, for he felt that he had
stayed long enough.
The prima donna was still looking
0ut of the window when the door
opened and her English maid ap-
peared on the threshold. Margaret
turned at the sound.
What is it?" she asked quietly.
There's Mr.. Van Torp's man,
ma'am," answered Potts. He wants
to speak to his master at once"
You had better tell him to come
up" Margaret answered You may
just as well see him here without go
ing all the way downstairs" she said.
speaking to Van Torp.
You're very kind, I'm sure" he re-
Piled; but I think I'd better be go
ing. anyway"
mo, don't go yet. pleased There's
something else I want to say. See
your man here while go and speak
to Mrs. Rushmore. Send Mr.. Van
Torp's man UP, Potts." she added. and
left the room.
The American walked up and down
alone for a few moments. Then the
impassive Stemp was ushered in by
the maid, and the door was shut
again!
''wen?- inquired Mr.. Van Torp.
HAS anything happened?"
Yes, SIR" Stemp answered. They
have turned us out of the house, sir,
and your luggage is in the street.
Where shall 1 have it taken, sir?''
ooh, they've turned US out, have
they7 Why?"
We'll, sir, I'm afraid it's partly my
fault, but there must be some mis-
understanding, for I'm quite sure I
didn't whistle In your room, SIR
$50 am I, Stemp. Quite so. Go on
What happened?"