The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1916-06-22
CHAPTER XII.
The Lieutenant Receives Orders.

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er, but a most surprising altera
ton In the manner of Mrs. Gas
ton, whose attitude toward r. Schmidt
and his friends had been anything but
amicable up to the hour of Miss
Guile's discovery. The excellent lady
recovering very quickly from her in
disposition. became positively polite to
the hitherto repugnant Mr.. Schmidt
She melted so abruptly and so com.
pletely hat the young man was
vaguely troubled. He began to won.
der If his incognito had been pierced,
so to speak.
He forbore asking when Miss Guile
might be expected TO appear on deck
for her constitutional, but she yolun.
teered the information, which was
neither vague nor yet definite. In
fact, she said that Miss Guile would
be up o
Now il is necessary to relate that
Miss Guile had been particularly firm
in her commands to Mrs. CASTOR. In
the first place, Mrs. CASTOR was given
TO understand that she was not to
breathe it TO a soul that r. Schmidt
was not r. Schmidt, and she was not
to betray TO him by word or sign that
he was suspected Of being the Prince
Of Graustark. Moreover, the exacting
Miss Guile laid great stress upon an
other command -R. Schmidt was
never TO know that she was not Miss
Guile, but some one else altogether.
You're right, my dear" exclaimed
Mrs. CASTOR in an excited whisper as
she burst in upon her fair companion,
who was having coffee and toast in
her parlor. Marie, the maid, was
waiting TO do up her mistress hair,
and the young lady herself was allur-
ingly charming in spite of the fact
that it was not already done up"
He is the-er-he is Just what you
think"
Good heavens, you haven't gone
and done It, have your" cried the girl,
a slim hand hating with a piece Of
toast halfway to her lips.
Gone and done it?"
You haven't been ~blabbing, have
your"
How can you say hat to me? Am
l not TO be trusted? Am l so weak
and
Don't cry. you old dear! Forgive
me. But now tell me-absolutely-
Just what you've been up TO-" and Mrs.
CASTOR repeated every word Of the
conversation she had had with r.
Schmidt, proving absolutely nothing.
but stoutly maintaining that her in
And, OH" she whispered In conclu-
sion. wouldn't It be perfectly wonder.
full II you two should fall In love with
each other
Don't be silly!"
but you have said that II he should
fall in love with you for yourself and
not because
Il have also said that l will not
marry any man-prince. duke, king,
count or anything else-unless / am
in love with him. Don't overlook that,
please"
but he Is really very nice. l should
think you could fall In love with him
Just think how 1t would please your
father and mother. Just think
Il won't be bullied!"
"Am / bullying your" In amazement
mo. but father tries to bully me
and you know It."
When she appeared on deck Ions
afterward she found every chair oc
cupied. A warm sun. a far from tur
bulent sea and a refreshing breezt
had brought about a marvellous trans
formation.
She made several brisk rounds O
the deck. then. feeling that peopl,
were following her with their eyes
admiringly. to be sure, but what o
that?-she abandoned the pleasant ex
ercise and sought the seclusion of tn,
sunless corner where her chair wa!
stationed. The ships daily newspaper
was just on the press. and many o
the loungers were reading the brie
Geographic news from the capitals o
the world. She procured a copy O
the paper from a steward and wa,
glancing at the headlines as she mad,
her way into her corner. Doubl,
loaded type appeared over the rumor
ed engagement Of Miss Maud Apple
gate Blithers. the beautiful and &C
complished daughter Of the great CAPT
talist. and Robin. prince of Grau
stark. A queer little smile playet
about her lips as she folded the pape,
for future perusal. Turning the cor
ners OF the deck building. she almos
collided with r. Schmidt, who stoot
leaning against the wall. scanning tn,
little newspaper with eyes that wer,
blind to everything else.
"Oh!" she gasped.
I'm sorry." he exclaimed, crumplinl
the paper In his hand a. he backet
away, flushing. Stupid Of me. Goo<
morning"
Good morning. Mr.. Schmidt. +
wasn't your fault. I should have look
cd where ! was going. I see you hav,
2 paper. It appears that Miss Blith