Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1914-08-28
The Daily Story
The Dukes Daughter-By the Baroness Won Hutton.
Copyrighted 1918 by Associated Literary

pIdInlug dt All.
And what are you doing over berey,
"Goyernessing-nurs you know
A very nice family, but I couldn,,
stand the governess of the elder chi.
dren. She was too arbitrary, poSsfbI-
to suit my ducal blood"
The bitterness that suddenly cana -
her voice stung Wickham unreazsos'
bly,"
80 you IeftT' he went on at Is.ns
| with an effort
yes. 1 got place at Frankfor,
| They were very kind to me, but ons
| of the sons began making love to me-
"And then
"And then / went to Darr<+.d.
to answer an advertisement. Tbev
wouldn't take me, so ] spent the ras,
of my money on ticket to Munseb
The Ferrises are there-my first fam
ily-and perhaps they'll take me back
'If they don't, what will you doY'
"Oh, cont know. 1 VIII have 70
plan to find another position"
why not allow me to lend you sorse
money till you find oneY"
The look that flashed over her fac
and her emphatic but courteous refusal
showed him how useless it would be
to pursue the subject
".
At UIm Wickham got out and secur.
ed some bread and sausage sandwiches
and coffee.
When he went back to the comparr-
ment, balancing her cup carefully. he
found her awake, her eyes heavy, one
nIoaI- NTH
"Oh, how good of your
AS she took the cup from him her
hand touched his, and they both
started.
How soon do we reach MunichY,
she asked hastily.
Not until something. Are you so
impatient to get rid of me-"
81 didn't mean that You have been
so good"
He shook his head. NO, not good
But you are so lonely, and too
Are you lOnely?"
~ have been lonely all my life, but
have never been so lonely as l shall
be when you have gone"
She looked at him thoughtfully.
isn't it strange? We have known
each other only a few hours
Wickham's heart gave leap at what
she did not add. THAT makes no Off
ference. does 2" he asked.
Il suppose not"
my name is Robert Wickham.
What is yours?"
mine is Percy Lane"
"Ahw
Eyes; she named me for him."
u
for some of the illustrated papers. not
fancy pictures, but scenes and things
they need to illustrate articles"
"'Our Special Artistr"
yes. 1 am no genius, but I work
carefully and am tolerably well paid
was i'll in the summer and have been
having a holiday. 1 am thirty-two
years old"
The girl watched him dreamiIy.
''And am five and twenty"
'If-the Ferrises take you back you
will stay in NIunich?'
She shook her head. mo. They are
going to Italy for the winter. I am
sorry"
Wickham had forgotten his deter
mination TO be wise and, leaning over
laid his hand in hers. Would you like
to see me again:"
Yes. Oh, yes! You have been so
kind
do you like me Iittle?"
YES"
Look at me-" he went on trife
breathlessly. Il like you, Percy, much
more than a little. Do you think you
could ever like me as 1 do youE"
Then she drew the shabby curtain
before her face and pretended TO look
out into the breaking day. Wickham
cursed his own idiocy, and an hour
passed before either Of them spoke
again.
Then he said rather roughly: miss
Lane, we are almost there. and yoH
VIII need all your strength. Eat the
0ther sandwich"
She obeyed in silence.
DO you know where the Ferrises
are stoppingE'
She shook her head no: only
saw their arrival announced in pa
Der"
she tugged at the window as she
poke, and it slammed down, lettins
II n rush OF cold morning air.
Wickham looked at the CLINT of the
arly sun on her straight, thick haE
or a moment and then. bouncing On
Ter suddenly. held her close for NO
nent and kissed her
what nonsenser' he cried jubilant'
=. Il need you. and you need me-
owe you, and you are going TO love
ne. The suns coming up. and tomor'
ow We'll be wed in London. you ana
. dearw
She tried 10 protest, but she couldn't
he truth and the JOY In his yoe'
her He kissed her again
S the train rumbled into the dafA
entral Bahnhof. and then, very ten
erly, he helped her out into the coiu'
ingy day. And neither OF them Sd"
lat II was cold and dugy.
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