The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1916-04-12

n ny tue way, w yOu hdppch W
know Miss Blithers-Maud Blith-
ers?"
Miss Guile frowned rehectively.
"Blithers? The name Is familiar
one. Maud Blithers? What is she
like?
shes supposed to be very good
looking. I've never seen her"
How queer to be asking me IL ]
know her, then. Why do you ask?"
I've heard so much about her lately.
She is the daughter of William Blith-
ers, the great capitalist"
"Oh, know who he is" she exclaim-
ed. Perfect roodles of money, hasn't
he?"
"Roodles?"
"Loads, IL 1t means more to you. 1
forgot that you are foreigner. He
gave that wonderful ball last week
for the Prince of-of-oh, some insig-
nificant place over in Europe. There
are such lot of queer duchies and
principaiities, don't you know; it is
quite impossible to tell one from the
other. They don't even appear on the
maps"
He took it with perfectly straight
face. though secretly annoyed. at
was the talk of the town, that ball.
It must have cost roodles of money.
Is that right?"
Yes, but it doesn't sound right when
you say it. Naturally one doesn't say
roodles in Vienna
1--WE say noodles" said he. II am
very fond OF them. But to resume. I
supposed every one in New York knew
Miss Blithers. She's quite the rage.
Pm told"
Indeed? / should think she might
be- Mr.. Schmidt. with all those lovely
TSinions behind her."
= He smiled Unexpectedly. Eyes, and
am told that in spite of them she is
the prettiest girl in New York"
She appeared to lose interest in the
topic. ooh, indeed?"
But" he supplemented gracefully,
at 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 it with a perfectly clear
conscience, Miss Guile" said he and
was filled with delight when she bit
her lip as sign of acknowledgment.
ooh, here comes the teal" she cried,
with strange eagerness in her voice.
81 am so glad" She scrambled grace.
fully out of her rug and arose to her
feet.
X Aren't you going to have some?" he
,)cried.
- "Yes," she said quite pointedly. "In
my room, Mr. Schmidt" And before
he could get to his feet she was NOV.
ing away without so much as a 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
hardy young chap, albeit prince
of royal blood, was abroad early. He
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 tc
fnd 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 well protected corner
A half dozen unoccupied chairs were
cluttered about, having been aban'
doned by persons who overestimatet
their hardness. One of the stewards
was engaged in stacking them up ant
making them fast.
Miss Guile's chair and that of Mrs
CASTOR were stanchly fastened dow
and their rugs were in place. r
Schmidt experienced an exquisite
sense of pleasure. Here was perfect
exemplifcation OF that much abused
thing known as circumstantial evi
dence. She contemplated coming OF
deck. So he had his chair put IL
place, called for his rug, shrugged hi
chin down into the collar of his thicl
ulster and sat down to wait.
She literally was blown into hi
presence. He sprang to his feet Il
check her swift approach before she
could be dashed against the wall Of
upon the heap of chairs in the corner
She uttered an excited little shrek al
she came bang up against him ant
found his ready arms closing abou
her shoulders.
"Oh, goodness" she gasped. will
. what little breath she had left. ant
then began to laugh as she freed her
self In confusion-a very pretty con
fusion, he recalled later on, after h
had recovered to some extent from