Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1913-05-19

stockings showing above the low white |.
shoes. and then up at the brilliant green
felt hat that topped Joyce's golden hair. /
1T may be all right for some girls
to wear, but don't want you to look
like parrot, dear" he said clumsily.
"Oh. a parrotr exclaimed Joyce.
growing pinker. why not cockatoo
or something equally offensive?"
You could never be offensive.
Joyce" returned Morgan patiently.
but it's hardly in good taste, is it?"
why not?"
Joyce glanced at Morgan's attire
from trim fitting gray clothes to pale
lavender shirt, violet necktie and law
ender silk socks Il suppose a laven-
der color scheme would be in better
TASTE" she observed dryly.
Morgan REDEEMED slightly. ''Laven-
der is not such loud color. Joyce" be
demonstrated 4 don't mind the other
things so much. and the white coat is
/ great, but that green hat is awful!'
It's dear.' retorted Joyce obsG-
nately.
It's a monstrosity." said Morgan
( contemptuously.
/ Then will spare you the humilia-
/ ton of being seen in its company"
/ fiared Joyce. and away she went across
the open space of ground to where she
/ saw her sister Agatha and Il group OF
/ friends entering the stock Enclosure.
IF ii had been any other color save
| green" groaned Morgan as he wan
dered aimlessly around Deprived of
Joyce's company, even in the green
hat. the day was spoiled for him. AS
n rule, the clothes of womankind play
ed little part in his scheme OF the i'm
/ pOrtance of things. but always from a
child he had hated the brilliant green
that now was fashionable. and the
color seemed to jar upon his senses
and rendered him nervous and irritable
in consequence. If he had been near
Joyce now he might have heard his
college chum. Jim Waite. discoursing
TO Miss Whittier upon that same sub
ject.
Funny thing about green. Miss
Whittier" Waite was saying chattily;
my classmate. Morg Hall. You know
him. don't you?"
Joyce nodded. and the big diamond
on her left hand winked knowingly in
side the white glove
We'll. Morg's a chap that never had
any nerveS-so we always said-hut
there was one thing that could almost
drive him crazy. and that was TO -four
ish a bit OF bright green in front Of
him. used to wear a green necktie
sometimes just to josh him. you know.
but when | found ii really made him
irritable and cranky without his know
ing exactly why just dropped the
matter.
Joyce said never a word. and from
that moment she was very quiet.
Morgan Halt had become tired Of
wandering around alone, and he felt
too irritable to seek Joyce after her
desertion of him. yet he felt a vague
jealousy Of her. Occasionally he saw
her green hat among the other bios
SONS of the millinery bouquet. and
each G.me he gllmpsed IL his augcs
arose and his jealousy took actual
form.
He was debating whether he should
seek her out and demand an explana-
ton of her desertion when he saw her
crossing a distant space with man.
Morgan Hall followed them. noting ev-
cry graceful curve of Joyce's form and
the soft sweep of the white veil away
from her green hat The man was Jim
Waite, and he was as handsome as a
man ought TO be-, and he was looking
: down at Joyce Whittier with a manner
that no other man should enjoy save
| Morgan Hall.
Morgan stared after them resentfull!
until they reached the entrance ant
climbed into Waite's big red automo
bile and shot away. Hewas after then