The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1916-07-06

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small wage that the well advertised
match comes off in spite Of all the
denials. Given a determined father, an
ambitious mother, a purse filled daugh-
ter and an empty pursed nobleman,
and ! don't see how the inevitable can
be avoided"
Robins face was flaming. 1t was
with difficulty that he restrained the
impulse to put her right in the mat
ter without further ado.
by the way, what would you have
lone had you been placed in her po-
sition?"
81 think / should have acted quite
as independently as She"
"If our father were to pick out a
husband for you. whether or no., you
would refuse to obey the paternal
commando"
Most assuredly. AS a matter of
fact, Mr.. Schmidt, my father has ex-
pressed a wish that should marry a
man who doesn't appeal to me at ALL"
And you r~efuse?"
Absolutely. Now let US talk Of
something else. A bas Blithers! Down
with the plutocrats! Stamp out the
vulgarians! Is there anything else
you can suggest" she cried gayly.
Long live the Princess Maud" said
he, and doffed his hat. The satirical
note in his voice was not lost on her.
She started perceptibly and caught her
breath. Then she sank back into the
corner with a nervous, strained little
laugh.
You think she will marry him."
81 think as you do about it, Miss
Guile" said Robin, and she was ST.
fenced.
They had a table in a cool, shady
corner Of the broad porch overlooking
the Place d'Armes and the Seine and
its vociferous ferries. To the right
runs the cleaning roadway hat leads
to the hills and glades through which
pomp and pride once strobe with such
fatal arrogance. Blue coated servitors
attended them on their arrival and
watched over them during their stay.
1t was as II Miss Guile we're the fairy
princess who had but to wish and her
slightest desire was gratifed. Her
guest, a real prince, marveled not a
little at the complete sway she exer-
cised owe this somewhat autocratic
army Of menials. They bowed and
scraped and fetched and carried. The
magic Of Araby could have been no
more potent than the spell this beau
tiful girl cast over the house of Nam
mon. She laid her finger upon a purse
of gold and wished, and. 10, the won
ders Of the magic carpet were re-
peated.
She had removed her veil, but he
was not slow to perceive that she sat
with her back to the long stretch of
porch.
"Do you prefer this place to Armen-
onville or the Paillard at Pre- Catelan,
Miss Cutler" he inquired, quite cas-
ually, but with a secret purpose.
mo, it is stupid here, as a rule, and
common. Still every one goes to the
other places in the afternoon, and |
particularly wanted to be as naughty
as possible, so | came here today"
at doesn't strike me as especially
naughty" he remarked.
"Are you going to take me up to the
park?"
Eyes. Into the Shadows"
"Oh, that's good! I'm sure my i'm
agination will work beautifully when
it isn't subdued by all these blue
devils. I-Que voulez vous? The
question was directed rather sharply
to a particularly deferential blue
devil who stood at his elbow.
IN. Schmidt"
"Yes. What's this? A letter! Pom
my soul, how the deuce could any
one He got nc farther, for Miss
Guile's action in pulling down her veil
and the subsequent spasmodic glance
over her shoulder betrayed such an
agitated state Of mind on her part
that his W sensations were checked
at the outset.
There must be some one here who
knows you, Mr.. Schmidt" she said
nervously. "See what it says. please
at once. perhaps we should be
starting home Immediately"
Robin tore open the envelope. A
glance showed him that the brief note
was from Gourou. A characteristic G
served as a signature. AS he read, a
hard line appeared between his eyes
and his expression grew serious.
ut is really nothing, Miss Guile" he
said. "A stupid. alleged joke of a fell
low who happens to know me. that's
ALL"
who wrote that letter, Mr..
Schmidt" she demanded. Even
through the veil he could see that her
eyes were wide with-was 1t alarm or
anger?
"A man named Gourou. He is a de-
tective engaged on a piece of work for
Mr.. Totem"
"Is it a part Of his duty to watch
your movements? ?" she asked, leaning
forward and reading the note.
mo. He is my friend. however,"
said Robin steadily. According to
this epistle. 1t would appear that it is
a part Of his duty to keep track of
| you. not me. Nav I ask why Won