The Mt. Sterling advocate. (Mt. Sterling, Ky.) 1890-current, 1911-02-22

derstanding; II was "F-F-P in the
Morse code, the call of one operator
to another Was II accident Mr..
Grimm wondered, and wondering, hs
went on talking lazily:
Curious. isn't It, the smaller the ma
ton the more color IL crowds into the
uniforms of its diplomats? The Brit
| ish ambassador, you will observe. is
clothed sanely and modestly, as BELTS
| the representative OF a great nation:
/ but coming on down by way Of Spain
and Italy. they get more gorgeous.
However. ! dare say as stout a heart
beats beneath a sky-blue sash as be-
hind the embellished black Of evening
dress"
F-F-F." the fan was calling in
sistently.
the Unexpectedly prosaic form of vio-
lent sneeze. yociferous outburst in a
bench directly behind Mr. Grimm.
Senorita Rodriguez Jumped, then
laughed, neryously.
1T startled me-" she explained.
IL think there must be a draft from
the conservatory" said a mans voice
apologetically. do you ladies' feel it2
No? Well. II you'll excuse me-"
Mr.. Grimm glanced back languidly.
The speaker was Charles Winthrop
Rankin. brilliant young American
lawyer who was attached TO the Ger
man embassy in an advisory capacity.
nsh he
berg man, having spent some dozen
years OF his life IN Germany, where
he established influential connections.
Mr. Grimm knew him only by sight
And now the rhythmical tapping OF
Miss Thorne's fan underwent
change. There was futter of gaiety
In her voice the while the ivory fan
tapped steadily.
"Dot-dot-dot, Dash. Dash-dash-
dash, Dot-dot-dash, DASH"
"S-t-5-u-t," Mr.. Grimm read in
Morse. He laughed pleasantly at
some remark of his companion.
"Dash-dash, Dot-dash! Dashdot!"
said the fan
"M-a-n," Mr.. Grimm spelled IL
out, the while his listless eyes roved
aimlessly over the tbrong. "S-t-5-
Ut m5a-n" Was 1t meant for
stout man." Mr.. Grimm wondered.
"Dot-dash-dot, Dot, Dash-dot dot"
Fed" that was.
"Dot-dot-dash-dot! Dot-dash. Dash
dot-dash-dot! Dot"
"Q-a-j-e," Mr.. Grimm was
puzzled little now. but there was not
a wrinkle. nor the tiniest indication OF
perplexity in his face Instead he be-
gan talking Of RaphaePs cherubs. the
remark being called into life by the
high complexion of a young man who
was passing. Miss Thorne glanced at
him keenly, her splendid eyes fairly
aglow. and the fan ratified on In the
code
"Dash-dot! Dot, Dot-dash! Dot
dash dot"
Meat" Mr. Grimm was still
spelling it out
Then came a perfect tumble Mr..
Grimm followed 1t with difficulty. a
difficulty utterly belied by the quizzi-
cal lines about his mouth As he
caught IT. IL was like this: "J-5-n-
s-e-f-v-a-t-5- followed by
an arbitrary signal which is not in the
Morse code: "Dash-dot-dash-dash
Mr.. Grimm carefully stored that
tumble away in some recess of his
brain, along with the unknown signal
"D-5-5-f." he read. and then. on
20 the end: "B-f-i-n-g @v-e-
I w-h-e-n g g-5-e-s"
That was all. apparently. The soft
clatter of the fan against the arm OF
the chair ran on meaninglessly after
that.
May | bring you an ice?" Mr..
Grimm asked at last
IF you will. please" responded the
senorita, and when you come back
I'll reward you by presenting you to
Miss Thorne. You'll find her charm
ng; and Mr. Cadwallader has monop-
LIKED her long enough"
Mr.. Grimm bowed and left her He