Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1910-10-12

The mountains lifted blue green /
SUBMITS to the soft blue skies, and
their shadowy slopes were reflected In
the cool depths of the lake at their
feet In the two stored pavilion that
overhung the sheet of water three
young men watched the hotel bus roll
ing up the incline to the many win
dowed hosiery perched on the eastern
mountain.
Dick Fancher lifted pair of field
glasses to his eyes and scanned the
tiny objects emerging from the bus.
Girls, girls, everywhere, and not a
man in sight" he misQuoted complain
ingly.
Lester Pennington leaned back in his
chair and y1wned widely; then, as If
suddenly reminded OF something i'm
portant, he jumped up and found a
seat on the railing.
Did you see the masculine young
woman that came with the Bowker
party?" he asked, with animation.
They nodded assent
Say" he went on, tell me why
good looking girl will get herself up to
look like a half baked dudef Did you
note the dinky panama hat, the stin
collar and fourth hand tie, the white
shirt waist and black cutaway coat?
Who could make love to girl Of that
sort?"
'T couldn't" said Dick bluntly. ''Pm
fond of fluffy rufiy, lacy sorts or
girls.''
$50 I've observed" chuckled Billy
Satterly, knocking his pipe against the
railing
You haven't expressed your opinion
of the mannish young woman, Billy
suggested Pennington.
MAILS in. Are you chaps going up
after our share?' asked Satterly IT.
reIevantly.
Going after our own letters; then
we shall sit on the piazza with the
Bowker girls. Come up and get your
own mail. you lazy beggar." Penning-
ton poked Billy suggestively as he saun-
tered past. Come on, Dick. Perhaps
we can ring in a game of tennis. SO
long. Billy boy"
"Great Scott. it's hot here. believe
I'll climb up 10 the peak where the
wind must be blowing some miles
minute" Billy pulled his hat down
over his eyes and set forth on the
narrow trail that wriggled up the
mountain.
The wind was increasing. and the
pines and cedars rustled and Whisper
ed noisiIy. All the wild scents of pine
| and hemlock and trailing sassafraS ana
other more elusive odors assatled his
| nostrils as he climbed upward, STOP
ping now and then to rest and gaze
| over the view that widened below as
| he went on. The long afternoon was
| before him. and he outlined a vaguely
| delightful period OF repose on the peak
with nothing above him but the tender
blue sky and the feecy white CLOUDS
| sailing along toward the south.
'If none of those giggly girls from
| the hotel break in on me L ougnt 10
have bully old time" painted Sat
| terly as he toiled up the last steep
/ ascent.
lie crammed his hat down farther
| over his eyes In defense against the
| gale that was blowing up here. brac-
| ing himself against the wind. he turned
| to look down into the valley peio"
when he became aware that he was
not alone on the peak
Near him, and apparently oblivious
TO his presence, was a slender. boyish
figure. whose black cloth skirts wnlp-
ping back in the wind accentuateo the
masculine appearance of what proved
to be a girl, "and mighty pretty glrl
at that" thought Satterly as he looked
| at her.
This was the girl who had arrived
with the Bowkers-the one Pennlng'
ton had been making all sorts or asl'
nine remarks about Billy Unanswered
himself into her range of vision ano
barred his head.
"stfish gale" he remarked pleas
antly.
The girl swept him with contehpeu'
Gus eyes from which all the softness
had fed and bowed her head so very
slightly that Billy admitted 1t would
have been better IL she had made nc
sign of recognition whatever.
His brow darkened under the brin
of his hat; then he pulled the hat on
again and stood bareheaded In the
wind. He would make her speak. be
vowed.
"Stidish gale" he said again.
No reply this time The girl had
drnnDed her hat and framed her eyei