The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1915-02-03


Mr. Its tent. looking as pleased as
a counting couple the next morning.
And as the days went by and Mr.
lit remained. 1t certainly seemed that
an Improvement had come to Surbi-
ton. Folks who hadn't been on speak
ing terms for years began to say
"Helloi' to each other and spite
fences we're taken down. and nobody
complained when the neignpors
chick ems got into his garden any
more.
Well, what happened next scared
me. l was strolling near Mr.. Tits
tent, just by chance, you understand.
when the little man came out and
accosted me.
"Mademoiselle," he said. executing
a bow-for that is the only word suit.
able for the absurd little bob he made,
can be of service to your"
My heart went into my mouth and
I couldn't find any words with which
to answer him.
IF you was to come to nv tent
about eight O'Clock tonight" said Mr..
lit. q might be able to hep YOU
know yourself You have trouble in
your heart. mademoisolle / c9n
trace 1t in the third line Of your right
hand running from the Mount OF
Hercules to the Oasis of Luna"
And with these enigmatical words
he beat retreat into his tent, leav.
ing me decidedly annoyed and a lit.
tie Inundated.
h..
heard about me and George. because
our engagement had been kept Il pro
found secret outside the family, and
only the relations and the servants
knew about II. and they wouldn't have
breathed a word to anybody How
ever, | began to get piqued by Mr..
tits words. and about eight O'Clock
that night. finding myself-quite by
chance. you understandable the yicin'
ity of Mr. Its tent, thought | would
drop In to see whether there really
was anything in what he had said
about the Mount OF Hercules.
Though It had begun to dawn on
me that ! had had my hands in my
mum and that he hadn't seen them
at all
Mr. lit seemed to have been wait
ing for me, for hardly had l drawn
near his tent when he was outside,
Selling me by the hands.
You have come" he said Il am
glad you have come. Mademoiselle,
you remind me of my dear friend His
Excellency Ching Foo. the grand
yizier of Tartary. who had fearful
quarrel with his wife last week over
the spending money. He came to me.
"'Mr. lit, he said. I have had
row with my wife and wish | we're
dead She wants a hundred yen a
week to buy her own clothes with,
What would you dor
"'Give her two hundred, an.
swered. and he saw the justice OF 1t
and went away happy They're recon.
ciled now"
Mr. tits views seemed sensible to
me. but all the while he was repeat.
ing this absurd patter he kept
glancing back nervously over his
shoulder. as though he were expect.
ing somebody. And as he ended he
made an abrupt little dive into the
tent and pulled the nap to. heard
a murmnr of voices inside and | won
dsred whether ! had happened along
when another couple was there.
And I was still wondering when,
to my amazement somebody put his
hands over my eyes.
And now my heart began TO pit-a-
pat Yes. It was George.
I'm so sorry, sweetheart" he said.
81 see how wrong was to dance
twice with Florence Smith. I'll new
er look at her again. MIR. lit per
suaded me that l had been a fool.
Won't you forgive me, dearest?"
Well. I was considerably hurt, but
then | felt something be ing squeezed
over my finger. and It felt like that
half-hoop OF diamonds. which / had
loved so much, and which ! had IN
tended to have enlarged the day be-
fore I gave It back to George. 80
what could do?
We had the happiest time there,
and then We decided that we ought 10
thank Mr.. lit. 1t seemed too wond
full to be true So we went up
the tent and called.
Mr.. lit seemed to be scolding some
body, thought. and he didn't hear my
voice. | wanted to thank him and so
! opened the tent door. And who do
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