Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1912-06-27

we run him down the line TO the sta
ton. Oh, we got him there, but ii
wasn't easy-for him! And there
he'll stay a while!"
He had to pause and pump air, he
was so winded.
But 1t woulder tickled you," he re.
sumed, using one of the vestas l ex.
tended and putting the cigar until IL
almost famed, '1f you coulder seen
the grand-stand play this guy put up
before the sergeant! But the old man
just let him blow it all on; Just sat
there calm behind the desk, chewing
away and jabbing a pen through the
blotter, while this stif fumed and
spouted-oh, something scandalous-
bringing in the names OF mighty near
all the important people in New
York; his friends, he said! Oh, yes,
he mentioned you in particular, sir!"
and his face expanded In a relish
ing grin.
Dashed impudencel" 1 murmured
feebly.
"Oh, yes" carelessly, "but the sarge
quieted him-just purity near soothed
him to sleep before he got through,
you know-it's one Of his ways!"-his
glance lifted solemnly.
Fine, you know" murmured ad-
miringly. l reflected approvingly up.
on what dashed good thing it was
to have man in that position-what-
ever it was-who was of such a dey.
ilish mild and gentle temperament:
the quiet word--the soft answer-the
kindly remonstrance-all that sort of
thing, you know.
But, if no offense, there's just one
question I'd like to ask you, sir" He
swung his club with smiling, genial
air.
"Oh, dash it, mol" 1 responded abb
sently.
My eye had been suddenly attract
ed by a feathery CLEAN of white
through the trees. It was slowly NOV
ing up the slope to pavilion over
looking the Tappan Zee.
He drew nearer with confidential
air. Just a little argument l had
with the old woman, you know, about
them pajamas. Would you mind tell
ing meas man to man, understand
If they garments is"-his voice
dropped-'Is like her real shape-tig-
ger, 1 mean-h'm" And he tapped
the parcel lightly with his stick.
Jenkins cleared his throat loudly
and shifted tie p1jamas to his other
side. AS for myself, just WINGED as
under the stroke of what-you-call-it,
but one end Of my dashed brain was
being pulled by the flashing play OF
the dappling sunlight there upon
by Jove, her figure exactly" !
calculated. staring.
For 1t was her-no, dash 1t, she,
mean! had perfectly clear view OF
her now as she paused on ! little
point and hung there looking OUT over
| the Hudson. In her hand was a full
blown. ripened rose, and her lips were
shaping in ravishing little pouts, as
musingly she blew the petals from
her. But go they would not, but
Rugged back In the arms of the light
breeze, circling and tiuttering about
her glorious sunny head like a swarm
Of rosy butterflies. 1t made a pretty
picture!
And what's more. they're Just he'll
color, tool" -nurmured tenderly, for
getful OF everything but her. unmind
full that was not alone. For undel
my hand could feel my jolly hear
quivering like a champagne cork
freshly unfettered and thrilling eager
ly under the impulse OF the mad
dancing, joyous spirit within.
THE one lovely woman in all TIT
world" l breathed aloud. and Eel
my eyes grow oddly moist.
And for a minute I went on in /,
jolly trance.
"Good-by, sir!"
It was 'O'Keefe's voice-oddiy con
strained.
'Eh?" calculated, blinking at hin
as l came back. Then ! remembered
but what was 1t he had been ask
ing? Something
"Just, good-by!" he repeated witt
elaborate gentleness. Then, straight
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