Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1911-01-12

In this case TO think was 10 act, anu
$50 found Peter in a telephone booth
frantically calling for Jim Hudson to
meet him at the station at once.
Get down here before q, for heav-
ems sake.' pleaded the woman hater.
Keep cool, old man." laughed Hud-
son. "rI be there without fall"
Just as the Shore limited came hiss
ing TO a standstill Jim Hudson burst
into view. His eyes met Ramsey's.
and then together they walked silently
down the platform toward the crowd
that was pouring from the gate.
IT was Ramsey who saw her first.
stepping like a young goddess, her
lovely eyes seeking vainly for IA
miliar face and finally meeting his In
troubled inquiry. From the crown or
her blue velvet toque TO the tip or her
patent leather boot she was the most
exquisite creature Peter Ramsey had
ever seen. He drew n sharp breath
and instantly forgot his diffidence. He
was guardian of this wonderfully
beautiful girl.
Here she is. Jim" he said. elbowfng
his way toward the girl. He whipped
off his hat and took her bag from an
unresisting hand. Miss Simpson. 1
am sure" he said cordially. 81 am
Peter Ramsey, q cousin of Mrs. Fer
ris. As we go downtown I will ex-
plain why Cousin Mary could not be
here" He said all this rapidly. not
wishing to startle the girl with sud
den announcement of Mrs. Ferris
death. She looked at him in some be-
wiIderment for an instant, and then
a lovely smile broke over her face.
"I am sure there is some mistake"
she was beginning when there was a
rushing whirlwind Of skirts and Peter
Ramsey was swept aside to make room
for half a dozen girls who flung them
selves on his divinity with little shrieks
of delighted welcome.
you dear old PollyF' they were
saying when Peter awoke to the hor-
ror of the situation. He had approach
ed a strangea girl and taken her bag
and-made an ass of himself altogether.
Jim Hudson's strong grip on his arm
dragged him aside. "Oh, I say, Peter,
chortled his friend, you've made
mistake, don't you know. Here is Miss
Simpson. I guessed her at once. saw
her name on a bag and introduced my
self She read of your cousins death
in an old newspaper en- route and
wishes to go Immediately to a hotel.
Come on and meet your ward"
"a hotel! 1 won't permit 1t.
girP'- Peter Ramsey turned pale I'M
der his bronze as Jim Hudson led him
up to tall, rawboned young woman,
Enthusiastically in her middle thirties,
painfully plain as to feature scanty
and colorless as to hair, questionable
as to gowning and undoubtedly wear
ing Peters especial abhorrence-heel-
less shoes.
This was the tender, delicate girl
Peter Ramsey had expected to meet!
This was his fair young ward whom
he had begun to take exceeding inter-
est in
This is very good of you, Mr.. Ram
sey," his charge was saying in deep
voice. "Ive just been telling your
friend Mr.. Hudson that 1 would like
to go to a hotel Immediately"
Certainly, Miss Simpson" said Pc
ter family. ST had-er-engaged
room for you at the Y. w. c. A. you
know. / will countermand that order
If you prefer to go to a hotel"
"I'n go to the association tonight
since you have been so kind as TO
make arrangements. Now, If you'll
lust put me in a cab l shall do very
well if you'll direct the man. Oh, no!
I'm accustomed to travelling about
alone. / was so shocked to hear about
dear Mrs. Ferris. / was quite devoted
to her, you know. Come and see me
tomorrow, do. Good night"
Miss Gussie Simpson was gone, and
when the last flicker of the brown
wing in her hat had disappeared Pc
ter Ramsey turned and looked Jim
Hudson in the eye.
"Jim," he said, with cold and deadly
emphasis, "if you ever mention this
incident to me or any one else I'll cut
you dead-understandY
yes" grinned Jim. 81 say, Peter.
If l may ask, how did you attach your
self to that bag? Does tit doesn't
belong to the-the first Miss Simpson,
does it," he burst out.
Peter nodded solemnly. at does"
he said.
What are you going to do about It?
saw her go off with a whole semi
nary gang Of girls"
I'm going to find her" said Peter
slowly, "and after l find her I'm going
to marry her-see?" He glared de-
family at his astonlshed friend.
Peter" gasped the other. That's
going some for a woman Halter, isn't
Il? All in one evening too"
But Peter had left him and was
striding toward q taxicab within which
he studied the silver tag hanging from /
the bag he carried and learned that |
its owner was Mary Dreyton and. won |
der of wonders, she lived at the same /
address as his roommate at college, 4
cid Tudor Dreyt0n.
There were more wonders to follow /
this, for the lovely Polly was Tudor's |
sister, and Peter Ramsey found an IN |
expected welcome when he did return 1
the little bag to its amused owner.
Some time afterward Miss Gussic /
Simpson returned to China, and her
adOring relatives. Peter and Polly. were I
married. The strong minded Gussie ,
never dreamed that her visit TO Amer