Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1911-08-29

He's promised to keep Ba-a Ba-a from
getting il il he can-even II he has 10
put his own desires aside and carry on
the trophy himself. l suppose the
crowd would rather see one OF the 9th
er three get it than a rank outsider
Ike pela6eId~
''Sfr. Delaaeid is not society man
them
"Oh. lord, no. hope notr' calculated
Dicky piously Does he look like
oneT" He indicated the figure OF Mt
Deladeld. who was approaching them
with eyes bent upon the ground.
mo" breathed Eve quickly. and her
swift glance took in the tall form.
strong brown hands gripping pana-
ma hat, while his noble head was
barred to the light breeze. His dark
earnest eyes were lifted to hers. when
Dicky halted him and presented him
to his fair cousin. and after they had
searched her sweet face with its smile
Of ready sympathy. her corndower
blue eyes. her diadem OF golden hair,
her flushing cheeks, they never linger
ed away from Eve when she was near
him.
They fell in love with each other in
stantly Afterward Dicky said he
never saw such a complete case of
heart complication" in all his life.
The three ssuntered across the grass
and examined the courts. which were
being rolled for the contest on the
morrow.
Hope you lick Ba-a Ba-a, Paul." OBJ
served Dicky.
'T'n try" returned Delafeld alb
sently.
MAKE the purple and silver bite the
dust" went on Dicky. 'Send the
orange to the wall. Spatter the courts
with green and white-by the way.
what are your coIors. old manr
Delafield turned abruptly. IT never
had any until n few minutes ago. I'll
tell you what they are after the
match"
"Ah, and some fair lady will wear
them tomorrow"
YES" admitted Delaheld, reddening.
But she doesn't know she's wearing
my colo-s."
"How's that?" demanded Dicky curl
ously. while Eve felt pang of jeal-
ousy that some other girl had already
confiscated this splendid specimen of
manhood.
"Pn tell you tomorrow" promised
Delafield, and be would say no more.
Later, when Eve had left them, he
drew his friend into a rustic summer
house and said abruptly:
"Dicky, the time has come to own
up to my identity. My silence was
only maintained from a dislike of
newspaper publicity. You've heard
my father was a butcher?" He smiled
down at his shorter companion.
II don't care If your father was a
''and you needn't tell me anything
about it If you don't want to-"
~'Time l owned up now I'm through
college. My father is Tom Delafield.
the packer, and he put me through
college as a worker; said I'd turn out
better in the end. Hope 1 will. At
any rate, know the quality Of friend
ship" he gripped Dicky's left hand
and squeezed it afTectionately.
Dicky's brain was Keeling. Paul
Delafield was the son of one Of the
richest men in the country. He had
chosen to work his way through the
university. gathering about himself a
few friends-like Dicky himself-who
were worth while. Dicky shook his
head feebly. What will Ba-a Ba-a
say?" he asked.
The match came off the next day.
Eve Osgood wore a pink rrock and
carried a pink sunshade. and Paul
Delafeld was so distracted by her
that he nearly lost the game. but in
the end he vanqUished Ford Dexter
and his friends and carried the trophy
to Eve. who watched his approach
with shining eyes.
Bravo she said as she shook his
hand.
Dicky was examining the silver cup. |
what about your colors, Paul? You |
said you'd tell us after the match"
Paul Delafield reluctantly released |
Ewes little hand. He looked at the |
pink of her cheeks, the golden glory |
Of her hair and. last and longest, into |
the shy wonder of her blue eyes.
MY colors." he repeated In such a |
ow tone that only Eve and Dicky |
heard, and Dicky slipped away and |
eft them alone-"my colors? They |
are pink and gold and blue" And /
his eyes rested on the blue and were /