Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1912-12-05

upon the money. "In half an hour,
sister, I'll be back. You did not think
that was going to run away?"
mo"
''Do you understand now?"
EYES,"
While he was gone she remained
seated at the table. She made little
pyramids of the gold, divided the even
dates from the odd, arranged Maltese
| crosses and circles and stars. d.
Pity, pity! Well, why should she re-
bel against 1t? Was 1t not more than
she had had hitherto? What should
she do? She closed her eyes. She
would trouble her tired brain no more
| about the future till they reached
Naples. She would let this one week
drift her how 1t would.
George came In under the time-limit
| Of his adventure. He had been upon
the most difficult errand imaginable,
at least from a bachelors point Of
view. He carried two handbags. One
Of these he deposited in Fortunes lap.
Shall open it?"
eff you wish"
She noted his embarrassment, and
her immediate curiosity was not to be
denied. She slipped the catch and
looked inside. There we're combs and
brushes, soap and tooth-powder and
tale, a manicure-set, a pair Of soft
wooden slippers, and She
glanced up quickly. The faintest rose
stole under her cheeks. It was droll;
it was pathetically funny. She would
have given worlds to have seen him
making the purchases.
"You are not offended" he STAN
mered
'Why should be? I am human;
have slept and lived for days in a
dress, and worn my hair down my
back for lack of hairpins and combs.
gown"
Laughter overcame her. He
laughed, too; not because the situa-
/ ton appealed to him as laughable,
but because there was something, an
indefinable something, in that laugh
ter of hers that made him wonderfully
happy.
"Mr. Jones
George" he interrupted deter
minedly
Brother George, it was very kind
and thoughtful of you Not one man
in thousand would have thought Of
of hair-pins!" More laugh
ter
'I didn't think of them; it was the
clerk"
"He e"
"She."
well, then, she will achieve great
things" lightly, though her heart was
full
Tactfully he reached over and swept
up the money.
Shall ever be able to repay your"
she said.
eyes, by letting ne be your broth
er; by not deciding the future till We
land in Naples; by lei ing me keep iii
touch with you, whatever your ulti-
mate decision may be. That isn't
much. VIII you promise that?"
Eyes"
They spoke no more of Ryanne. II
was as though he had dropped out
Of their lives completely. To a GER
| tain extent he had. They were to meet
him again, however, in the last act CT
this whimsical drama, which had
drawn them both out Of the common
place and dropped them for full spin
upon the whirligig of life.
In due time they arrived at Alexan-
dria. There they found the great
| transatlantic liner, homeward bound
Ryanne would beat them into New
York by ten days. He had picked up
a boat of the P. & o. line at Port Said,
sailing without stop to Marseilles.
From. there to Cherbourg was a tri-
fling Journey
George knew the captain, and the
captain not only knew George, but
| had known Georges father before
him. The young man went to the
heart of the matter at once; and when
he had finished his remarkable tale,
| he captain lowered his cigar. 1t had
! gone out.
"And all this happened in the year
1909-1910! If any one but you, Mr..
Jones, had told me this, I'd have sent
him ashore as lunatic. You have
reported it?"
"What good would it do? We are
out of it, and that's enough. More,
we do not want any one to know what
we've been through. If the news
papers got hold of it, there would be
no living"
''You leave it to me-" said the big
hearted German From here to Ma