The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1913-07-04


mean! had a perfectly clear view OF
her o as she paused on a little
point and hung there looking out yer
the Hudson. In her hand was a full
blown, ripened rose, n her lips were
shaping In ravishing little pouts. as
musingly she blew the petals from
her. But go they would not. but
Rugged back Ia the arms OF the light
breeze, circling and 1uttering about
her glorious sunny head like q swarm
OF rosy butterflies. 1t made q pretty
picture.
And what's more, they're Just her
color, tool" l murmured tenderly, for.
getful OF everything but her, unmind-
full that | was not alone. For under
my hand | could feel my jolly heart
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 the
world" l breathed aloud, and | felt
my eyes grow oddly moist.
| And for a minute l went on In q
jolly trance.
"Good-by, sir!"
1t was O'Keefe's voice-oddly con.
strained.
"Eh?" I calculated, blinking at him
as came back. Then remembered
but what was 1t he had been ask.
ing? Something
Just, good-by!" he repeated with
elaborate g%entleness. Then. straight
enlng: N offense, I hope, If We let
1t go at that mean, | guess you
won't miss 1t II we don't shake
handsr'
glanced at the gloves he was
drawing on.
"Oh, dash it, mol" / responded alb
sently, and my yes coasted up the
slope again-then dropped back dis
appointedly. for she had disappeared
within the pavilion.
His helmet tossed as he looked
back. Il guess we alive got our little
~prejudices," he remarked sententious-
ly; 81 know l have! I'm from the
SOUTH"
And without another word, Mr..
O'Keefe presented his broad back to
us. and swinging his stick carelessly.
sauntered down the drive.
What the deuce!" | exclaimed.
looking after him. Il say, Jenkins,
what did he mean?"
jenkins face expressed mild re-
proach and surprise.
Can it possibly matter. sir?" he
questioned YEARLY. Persons of--er
that sort, you know, sir?"
"Jove!" | uttered, relieved.
jenkins coldly elevated brows dis
missed the matter from further on
sideration. He lifted the parcel with
a slight gesture of inquiry.
| had already come to a decision
about 1t: l would send 1t TO Billings!
Perhaps the retrieving of the pajamas
would have a soothing effect upon his
poor mind.
gave Jenkins instructions. Him!
OF course, manage to speak with him
alone" I cautioned, having thought OF
Judge Billings; land don't forget the
message"
Certainly, sir" said jenkins atten-
nuts compliments, sir, and he says
| you'll know what to do with these"
I nodded. Exactly, and I'll wait
here-but, oh. hurry, dash it," And l
looked longingly at the pavilion and
tried to feel II my part was right.
He did hurry! BY Jove, he was
back almost Immediately and looking
a bit ratified.
Eyes, sir!"-he coughed as l
screwed my glass inquiringly-"I got
there Just as the judge went into his
room across the corridor, and Mr..
Billings opened the door the minute !
said | was from you. | gave him the
package and the message and he took
1t over In a corner; and then In about
q minute l heard him chuck 1t some
where and say some long word. He
came back to me, looking kinder irrf
tated and with his eyes swapping"
OH" | uttered n~ervously. "Er.
what did he say, Jenkins?"
Jenkins sighed. "Oh, we'll, str, moth
ing as you might say was anything.
really; he jerks out kinder Grossly:
Tell Mr.. Lightnut, | say one thing ut
a time, and give him this!'"
On the scrap of paper l clutched
out of Jenkins hand was a crazy
scrawl of just a half-dozen words:
I'm a biped. o a centipede!
I squinted through the dashed thing
twice. but could make nothing OF It
I even tried II Backward
"Jove!" I muttered perplexedly. It's
rum, Jenkins!"
Jenkins mouth frightened and 70
Taxed. HIN, what thought, sir" he
responded soberly. The demon rum,
stri"
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