The Glasgow courier., 1916-08-11

the sort, Ool1eVe. he was 6uQOeuIy
possessed by the curious notion that
he was being pumped" by his fair
companion. Indeed, certain insis-
tent note had crept into her voice, and
her eyes were searching his with an
intentness that had not appeared in
them until now.
"Have you seen him?"
''The prince?"
"Yes. What is he like?"
1--WE seen pictures of him." he
equivocated. Rather nice looking, l
should say"
'Of course he is like all foreign no
blemen and will leap at the Blithers
millions if he gets the chance.
sometimes feel sorry for the poor
wretches." There was more scorn
than pity in the way she said it. how
ever, and her velvety eyes were sud-
denly hard and uncompromising.
He longed to defend himself. in the
third person, but could not do SO for
very strong and obvious reasons. He
allowed himself the privilege, how.
ever, of declaring that foreign noble
men are not always as black as they
are painted. And then. for very ex-
cellent reason, he contrived to change
the subject by asking where she was
going on the continent.
Il may 60 to Vienna" she said. with
a smile that served to puzzle rather
than to delight him. He was more
than ever convinced that she was
playing with him. But pray do not
look so gloomy, Mr.. Schmidt, I shall
not make any demands upon your
time while l am there You may
II am quite sure of that" he inter-
rupted. with his ready smile. "You
see, l am a person Of no consequence
in Vienna, while you All. well. as
an American girl you will be hobnob-
bing with the nobility while the hum
BILE Schmidt sits afar OF and marvels
at the kindness of fate that befell
him in the middle of the Atlantic
ocean, and yet curses the fate that
makes him unworthy Of the slightest
notice from the aforesaid American
girl. For, l daresay, Miss Guile. you,
like all American girls. are ready to
leap at titles"
THAT really isn't fair. Mr.. Schmidt" i"
she protested, flushing. why should
you and l quarrel over condition
that cannot apply to either of us?
You are not a nobleman. and am
not title seeking American girl So.
why all this beautiful irony?"
ut only remains for me to humbly
beg your pardon and to add that II
you come to Vienna my every waking
hour shall be devoted to the pleasure
Of
Il am sorry l mentioned it. Mr..
Schmidt" she interrupted coldly.
You may rest easy. for l shall not
keep you awake for a single hour. Be-
sides. l may not 60 to Vienna at ALL"
II am sure you would like Vienna. "
he said, somewhat chilled by her
manner.
II have been there with my par
ents, but it was a long time ago.
once saw the emperor, and often have
l seen the wonderful Prince Lichten-
STEIN"
"Have you travelled extensively in
Europe?"
She was smiling once more. ~
don't know what you would consider
extensively" she said. ~ was edu-
Gated in Paris, have spent innumer-
able winters in Rome and quite as
many summers in Scotland. England
Switzerland. Germ
II know who you are!" he cried
out enthusiastically. To his amaze
ment startled expression leape(
into her eyes. "You are travelling un-
der an assumed name" She remain
ed perfectly still. watching him with
an anxious smile on her lips. "You
are no other than Miss Baedeker, the
we'll known authoress."
1t seemed to him that she breathed
deeply.
"In that case my pseudonym should
be Guide. not Guile" she cried mer
rily. The dimples played in hel
cheeks, and her eyes were dancing.
"B. stands for Baedeker, I'm sure
Baedeker Guide. II the B. isn't fol
Baedeker. what is it for?"
Are you asking what the B reall.
stands for, Mr.. Schmidt?"
"In a roundabout way. Miss Guile.
he admitted.
"My name Is Bedelia," she said
with absolute sincerity. "Me mithe
is Irish, dye see?"
"By jove. it's worth a lot of trouble
to get you to smile like that" h
cried admiringly. "It is the first real
ly honest smile you've displayed. l
you knew how 1t improves you you,
be doing 1t all Of the time"
At this juncture the miserabl
Hobbs hove into sight. not figurative
ly, but literally. He came surgini
across the deck in mad dash from
one haven to another. or. more accu
rately, from post to post.
Il beg your pardon. sir" he gasped
finally steadying himself on wild
spread legs. "There is a wireless 70
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