Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1910-04-16
The Argus Daily Short Story
A Social Triumph.-By r. A. Mitchell.
Copyrighted. 1910. by Associated Literary PresA

Inc village or EnderIey was LOOKING
forward to an era of prosperity. When
| a stripping in the postofiice called 1t
a boom Deacon Carder launched forth
into a TRADE against such a PROPOSE
| ton.
"Butterworth's givin' good wages, :"
he said, but you wait till he gifts in
passed. of foreign hands,"
EASY, Carder. easyl They do say
he's buying land all along the river
road and going to put up these new
tangled model tenements," pacf6ed
the postmaster.
Passing down the street, the deacon
saw young Jack Butterworth rapping
at the door of the Dyer girls and ex-
claimed:
Either on 'em old 'nough to be
his grandmother. an Analine bed
ridden at that Humph! Prob'ly he's
up to his pas tricks an wantin' TO
buy there an start a hifalutin sui
phite mill. STUFF an nonsense, ] say"
Meantime the young man was vigor-
ously using the ancient knocker on the
door of the small white house, but, re-
ceiving no response, was about to turn
away when the sudden shrill blast of
a horn from within assured him that
the dwelling was not tenantless.
I'm coming" called a high pitched
voice, and a wiry little old lady in
Bingham gown and tapping sunbonnet
appeared from the garden at the rear.
"Deary mel I was out getting butter
beans, and when I heard sisters horn
was all of a fiuster. But come right
in now, do!
SISTER, this is Mr.. Butterworth," in
troduced Miss Caroline deprecatingly.
But the sister. an invalid, waved her
hand with impatience. Don't mind
me. 1 amt to home. Been In japan
the whole afternoon. Just going to
ride out In one o. them jimmy gocarts
this minute. Say" she continued ir-
relevantly, with a birdlike change of
demeanor, did you hear my horn?"
She proudly tapped an old corRet as
she spoke.
Hear 1t, Miss Analine! Ny ears are
ringing yet Do you play oftenP he
asked, with lingering amusement.
SISTER doesn't really play" Miss
Carolipe FASTENED to explain.
'No, but she can blow like old Bo-
rax," the invalid rejoined, with
shrewd twinkle in her eyes.
"Boreas, Boreas, you mean, sister"
corrected the other gently.
''well, I call him Borax." There was
the insistence of q spoiled child in the
sick woman's tone. zone loot means
Some one ut the door Two toots
mean I want you myself"
Then she gravely observed, ''The jim
ny gocart's waiting" and withdrew
her interest from the conversation.
"Pm afraid it's hopeless" he admit
ted ruefully to his father afterward.
"If the Dyer place didn't happen to be
located exactly as it is-fairly adjoin-
ing the river road property-of course
we'd never give 1t another thought.
And what would ever induce that
quaint old pair to give up their home?
Those poor souls! BY the way, father,
have you ever seen Miss Analine, the
bedridden one, who has a mania for
travelling and so pretends she's con-
stantly on the roadF'
Mr.. Butterworth drummed abstract
eddy on his Office desk before answer
ing. "No, but should think the
change would suit the old lady to 7
from all accounts.
by Jove, father, do you know be-
Iieve I have scheme! I'm deter
mined to win yet, but I'll keep my
plan to myself for the present"
"Well. success TO you, Jack" was
the hearty wish as the paternal gaze
rested admiringly on the animated
face. "I Judge the Dyer girls are
likely to have a persistent caller"
Subsequent events proved the truth |
Of the prophecy, for the following aft
ernoon saw the runabout again before
the old house. The front door was |
ajar, and Miss AnaIine called with I'M |
wonted graciousness: Come in! Come |
in IL you want to! Caroline's over to
Mis- Skillins, but I'm just getting back |
from Venice myself. III be home in |
a jify. N.Y." she exulted. but it's |
tine gondo1ing on the Grand canalr'
She breathed a sigh OF rapture as she
looked up.
''Enderley, too, is an uncommonly |
pretty place to any one who has an
eye for natural beauty" he finally |
yentured.
Miss Analine's face clouded. May
be-" she assented reluctantly.
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