The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1916-05-04

She couldn't look her husband III IN,
eye-and it was quite fortunate tina
she was unable to do so, for it woult
have resulted in a laughing duet tina
could never have been explained.
why" said Mr.. Blithers, arisin.
and looking at his watch again, "bles.
my soul, it is past dinner time, ism
1t? / had no idea it was so late. POI
my soul. it's good of you, Mrs. King
You see, we have dinner at Z up a
B~litherwoOd, and-I declare, it's hal.
past now. | don't see where the tim,
has gone. Thanks! | will stay if you
really mean to be kind to a poor ole
beggar. Don't do anything extra OF
my account, though-just your regular
dinner, you know. No frills, if you
please" He looked himself over il
some uncertainty. "Will this rag OF
mine doT"
Pray do not think of it," she cried
The men change, of course, after
they've been playing tennis, but We
we-well, you see, you haven't been
playing" she concluded quite breath
lessly.
At that instant the sprightly Feltons
dashed pellmell down the steps and
across the lawn homeward, shrieking
something uninteIligible to Mrs. King
as they passed.
"They are dears," said Mrs. King.
-nrinpn Ottrantn1 hyy pitEnr
one of 'em?" he Queried.
"He barely knows them. Mr.. Blith
ers."
Il see. Shouldn't think they'd ap-
peal to him. Rather light, l should
say-I mean up here" and he tapped
his forehead so that she wouldn't think
that he referred to pounds and ounces.
Il don't believe Maud knows 'em. as
the little one said. Maud is rather
1T Is possible they have mistaken
some one else for your daughter" said
she very gently.
"ImpossibIe!" said he. with force.
"They are coming back here for din.
ner," she said, and her eyes sparkled
NilD ihASNhiNAs DhdlI DuI you UC
tween them, Mr.. Blithers. You will
find that they are very bright, attrac.
tive girls"
wen see," said he succinctly.
King caught them up at the top of
the steps. He seemed to be slightly
out of breath.
make yourself at home, Mr.. Blith-
ers. l must get into something be-
sides these buds I'm wearing" he
said. "Would you like to-er-wash
up while we're"-
"No. thanks" %interposed Mr.. Blith-
ers. "I'm as clean as a whistle. Don't
mind me, please. Run along and
dress, both Of you. I'll sit out here
with a very elaborate bow to Mrs.
King.
Dinners at half past g." said she
and disappeared. Mr.. Blithers re-
called his last glance at his watch
and calculated that he would have at
least fifty minutes to count. provided
dinner was served promptly on the
dot. So he settled himself in the big
porch chair and scowled more deeply
than before.
Later on he met the prince. Very
warmly he shook the tall young
mans hand-he even gave it a pro-
phetic second s~queeze-and said:
II am happy to welcome you to the
Catskills, prince"
"Thank you." said Prince Robin.
"a most extraordinary person." said
Count Quinnox to King after Mr..
Blithers had taken his departure.
close upon the heels Of the Feltons,
who were being escorted home by the
prince and Dank. The venerable
Graustarkian's heroic face was a
study. He had just concluded a con-
fdential hour in a remote corner of
the library with the millionaire while
the younger people were engaged in
a noisy though temperate encounter
with the roulette wheel at the oppo-
site end Of the room. give v met
any one like him, Mr.. King" He
mopped his brow and still looked a
trile dazed.
King laughed. There isn't any ont
like him, count. He is the one anf
only Blithers."
HE is very rchY"
Millions and millions" said Mrs
King. Didn't he tell you how many?'
II am not quite ure. This daugh
ter Of his-is she attractlve?'
Rather. Why?"
HE Informed me that her dot would
be twenty millions II she married thu
right a Moreover. she Is his only
heir. Pom my soul. Mrs. King, b,
quite took my breath way when b,
announced that he knew all about ouI
predicament In relation to the Russian
loan. 1t really sounded ~quite-you
might say significant. Does-does b,
imagine t%hat-good heaven, It Is al
most stupefying."
Sounds ominous to me- said Kin,
dryly. "Is Bobby for sale?"
The count favored him with a lool
Of horror. my dear Mr.. King!' Their
as comprehension came. he smiled. 20
see. No, he isn't for sale. He Il I
prince. not a pawn. Mr.. Blithers may