Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1913-09-08
COME, DARLINGp HE SHOUTED.

DAhDlNGI HE bhOUTED.
pear younger than Flora Knight de-
tered her from jumping Mrs. knights
claim. so to speak.
Mrs. Henry Tillerby, who had been
to school with Flora knight, had
drawn her own chair close by her old
school friend.
"Where's Mabel?" asked Mrs. Tiller-
by. with her little black eyes fixed on
Mabel knights graceful form down
there on the tennis court.
I'm her room reading a good book"
retorted Flora knight tartly.
Mrs. Tillerby shook like strawberry
jelly.
Its book on lawn tennis or love-"
she Uttered.
/ II think my granddaughter is quite
/ capable of taking care of her own af-
fairs. Mrs. Tillerby," she said icily.
"She is old enough to, certainly" re-
torted Mrs. Tillerby, who had two I'M
married daughters much older than
pretty Mabel.
Mrs. knight had closed her eyes by
/ this time and was TO all appearances
taking little nap. But Mrs. Tillerby,
who had known Flora Knight all her
! life. went on talking in her deep con-
tralto. relating bits of boarding house
gossip, criticising the food and the
service and otherwise acting in way
BETTING the occupant of the second
floor front chamber of Rose Hall.
Suddenly light feet ran up the side
ctonc Of tho flio71a Npbara tho
two old ladies sat, and a musical
voice called a laughing farewell to
somebody in white flannels, who dis
appeared down the pine walk toward
the adjacent estate.
"Well, granny, DEAR" cried Mabel.
seating herself on the top step, here
am! Now, don't pretend you are
asleep, because | can see just speck
of little black eye peeping out. There,
that's better" as Mrs. Knights eyes
popped wide open and she sat up with
a well simulated air of surprise.
Have l been asleep, Amp she
asked Mrs. Tillerby. II declare your
voice is so soothing. Just like one of
Parsons Moore's serlpons-it sends me
off to sleep!'
Mrs. Tillerby flushed resentfullS,
but before her lips could frame prop
err retort Mabel had remembered some
thing.
"Oh, Mrs. Tillerby, Lucy asked me
10 tell you that she has just returned
from drive with Nr. Fenwick, and
that she has something very important
to tell you if you will go to her ROOM"
. "Ah. just as | expected! The dear
girl-well. it's in the air, do believer
twittered Mrs. Tillerby as she rose
ponderously from her chair and wad.
died around to the front door.
'Sit down here. Mabel" said Mrs
Knight with a sudden change of tone
} that the girl instantly noticed, for all
. the color and sparkle went ont Of hel
face, but her gray eyes were strange
ly soft and luminous.
"Yes, granny?' she asked when she
was seated beside the old lady.
You have been playing tennis witt
that young Ashmore?"
"Why. yes, granny. dear, told 20
. 1 was going to-"
"And l told you It was in direct OF
position to my wishes"
But. granny. why do you carer Il
he is very nice" faltered Mabel.
i, "He is a nobody, only private sc
rotary to Senator Bray There's Geore
. Fenwiek ready to jump IL you on
give him the opportunity"
DO you mean that You would rath'
married George Fenwick for
: money than-than Dick Ashmore,
cause | love him." fiared Mabel.
Love him, do you?" quayered Mr
Knight wTa1hfully. Marry him. the
0 and go to the poorbouse. for you W
never get one penny Of nay money
She arose and thumDed her cane q