The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1912-07-26

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Have you seen Dicky Lambert's
new auto?" asked Philippe.
I HAS he an auto?" asked Miss Pen,
dleton in deep surprise. The last ]
heard OF him he couldn't pay his Office
rent
He is an extravagant young man.
said Mrs. Bassett.
| Philippi arose impulsively. Where
Is Mr.. Bassett?" she asked amicably.
"Out in the barn." answered his
spouse. Smoking 4 dirty old pipe,
suppose He can't come IN the house
with it."
Does Mr.. Raymond smoker" asked
Miss Pendleton archly.
| Raymond neither smokes, drinks
nor plays cards, and think may add
never swears," said Mrs. Bassett. I'll
were young lady should hesitate
to accept attentions from young men
addicted to those vices"
| Philippa chuckled. ''Too bad Mr..
Bassett smokes, isn't it?" she commes-
Grated. "And chews, too," she added,
reminiscently. 1--WE seen him splitting
all over the flower beds. Does 'em
good, he says"
| A dull flush stained Mrs Bassett's
cheek. ri didn't raise Mr.. Bassett,"
she said tartly.
! you married him, though" MUIR
INJURED Philippa as she skipped through
the flower garden and in at the wicket
- hoQ ofoh Ia
gray tabby, lay summing herself under
the rose bushes. Philippa "sicked"
Wrinkles on her venomously.
After tea Philippa made a fetching
toilet. She took down pair of
French heels and their silk-stocking
mates. The bronze curls she flung up
in loosened abandon, coaxing out the
maddening little ringlets. The new
pink frock was vastly becoming. Her
dimpled elbows were bare, and her
white throat and neck cleaned
through filmy lace.
The appealing toot of Dicky's auto
mobile Glove the air, and Philippa
gathered up Wrinkles and Haunted out
triumphantly. her giddy heels clacking
over the pavement.
| The Bassets were on their porch
Pa Bassett, Mrs. Bassett, and Ray
mond, the good-looking young sur
geon, their son. He glowered on
Philippa's escort and his new automo-
bile with unmitigated hatred.
you're peach, Philippa!" said
Dicky as they drove of.
Thank you," answered Philippa de-
murely.
'What did you want to go calling on
that old crank for?" he asked.
TO get pointers on Raymond" dim
pied Philippa. "He neither smokes,
chews, CANDLES nor swears."
Mutt" said Dicky.
"You do all those things, Dicky," re-
proved Philippa.
1.-TWO beers is my limit" said Dicky.
isn't he the limit?" whispered
Philippa to Wrinkles. "And he swears
a little swear"
"You never heard me-" retorted
Dicky.
Even this auto isn't paid for, and
he has loads of horrid Office debts" "
said Philippa pensively.
so that's it,"<said Lambert slowly.
you're going to turn me down Tor
Bassett, and want to rub it in.'
"Raymond's a model of conscious
virtue" said Philippa, with a side
glance at Dicky. He turned the ma
chine around in silence, and silently
| they skidded along. The twilight was
deepening as Philippa laid hand on
his arm. He turned to her miserably.
Her NIKE eyes were full of tremu-
lous light. tits you, Dicky, it's you!"
she cried softly. you're to rescue me
from the Bassetts and halo"
Dicky stopped the car abruptly and
took palpitating pink vision in his
arms. Two young lips were crushed
on his. and Wrinkles squirmed out
from strangulation.
AS they turned in at the Carston's 8,
Philippa Strengthened Dicky's neckt1e
with an unmistakable air of posses
sion. Young Bassett, straining his
eyes through the dusk, saw the little
byplay. ;,
"Miss Carston called this afternoon,
said Mrs. Bassett acridly.
| Pa Bassett bit off the end OF plug
of tobacco. He had preserved vigor'
Gus individuality through forty years
of marital vicissitudes. "She's fine
| piece of goods, and SOS her mother.
A little kerless now, but the bit and
reinll steady her"
"Such illusions, father!" said Mrs
Bassett. drawing the corners OF her
shawl around her. miss Pendleton
was here this afternoon" she said,
turning to her son.
| "Yes?" he said without interest.
| "There's a girl after my own heart
she replied.
| Raymond shrugged his shoulders he
caught the tinkle Of Philippa1s man.
| dolin and ground his teeth impotently'
He. the Woodworking young surgeon
with a balance at the bank and g
| steadily increasing practice. had lost
| And to what? A penniless young law
[yer with nothing but the gift Of gan
: / ord unlimited nerve