Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1916-03-08

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topic "Oh, indeed?"
But" he supplemented gracefully,
'it isn't true"
What isn't true?"
THE statement that she is the pref
test girl in New York"
! How can you say that when you ad-
NIT you've never seen herr
81 can say 1t with perfectly clear
conscience, Miss Guile" said he ae1
was filled with delight when she bit
/ her lip as a sign of acknowledgment.
! "Oh, here comes the teal" she cried,
with a strange eagerness in her voice.
81 am SO glad" She scrambled grace
fully out of her rug and arose to her
! feet.
Aren't you going to have some?" he
cried
Yes" she said quite pointedly I'm
my room, Mr.. Schmidt" And before
he could get to his feet she was NOV
ing away without so much as nod or
smile for him.
The following day was as unlike its
predecessor as black is like white.
During the night the smooth gray
pond had been transformed into a
turbulent, storm thrashed ocean.
Only the hardest of the passengers
ventured on deck.
R. Schmidt, being good sailor and
a hardy young chap, albeit a prince
of royal blood, was abroad early. He
took two turns about the deck, and
each time as he passed the spot he
sent covert glance into the corner
where Miss Guile's chair was stand
ing OF course he did not expect to
find her there in weather like this,
; but-well, he looked, and that is the
, end to the argument.
Quinnox and Dank were hopelessly
bedridden, so to speak. They were
very disagreeable, cross and unpleas-
= ant. and somehow he felt that they
hated their cheerful, happy faced
, prince.
= At last the young man battled his
way down the deck and soon found
, himself in the we'll protected corner.
A half dozen unoccupied chairs were
I cluttered about, having been aban-
l dOned by persons who overestimated
I their hardness. One Of the stewards
was engaged in stacking them up and
/, making them fast.
Miss Guile's chair and that Of Mrs.
= CASTOR were stanchly fastened down
= and their rugs were in place R.
c Schmidt experienced an exquisite
. sense Of pleasure. Here was perfect
\ exempliication of that much abused
II thing known as circumstantial evil
= dence. She contemplated coming on
e deck. So he had his chair put in
place, called for his rug, shrugged his
t chin down into the collar of his thick
- ulster and sat down to wait
d She literally was blown into his
presence. He sprang to his feet to
:. check her swift approach before she
e could be dashed against the wall or
upon the heap Of chairs in the corner.
S She uttered an excited little Shrek as
she came bang up. against him and
/ found his ready arms closing about
V her shoulders
y ooh, goodness" she gasped, with
what little breath she had left, and
r then began to laugh as she freed her
'. self in confusion-a very pretty con-
e fusion, he recalled later on, after he
had recovered to some extent from
t the effects of an exceedingly severe
t bump on the back Of his head. How
/ awkward"
"Not at all, he proclaimed, retain
u ing a grip on one Of her arms until
I the ship showed some signs of resum-
n ing its way eastward instead Of down
ward.
81 am sure 1t must have hurt dread
s. fully" she cried. Nothing hurts
worse than bump. 1t seemed as
o though you must have splintered the
+ WALL
Il have a singularly hard head
Y. said he, and forthwith felt of the
r back of it,
e "Will you please stand ready to re-
ceive boarders? My maid is follow
d ing me, poor thing, and can't afford
to have her smashed to pieces. Here
T she is"
! Quite a pretty maid, with wide
Y. Mortified eyes and a pale green com.
l. plexion came hustling around the
corner, R. Schmidt, albeit a prince
T. received her with open arms
4 "Merci, m sieur!' she squealed anG
added something in muff1ed French
that strangely reminded him of what
Hobbs had said in English. Then she
e deposited an armful of rugs and mag.
K aZines at Robins feet and clutcheC
: wildly at post actually some ter
e feet away. but which appeared to bt
d coming toward her with obliglnf
Is SWiftness, so nicely was the deck TO
e tating for her. "Mon dieu, Nor
q dieuI"
You may go back to bed, Marie,
4 cried her mistress in some haste.
It But re rug, feex it, groaned thu
!. unhappy maid, and then once more
=. "Merci, m'sieurl" She chung to tn,
arm he extended and tried bravely Il
n smile her thanks.
y "Herei Go in through this door,
he said. bracing the door open will
y his elbow. You'll be all right in
! little while. Keep your nerve" H,
" closed the door after her and turne,
, to the amused Miss Guile. well, IT,
an Ill wind that blows no good" h
It said enigmaticG!ly. and she flushed un
y aer the steady smile IN his eyes al
le" me to arrange your rug for you
n | Miss Guile"