Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1916-10-24
'Nour Imagination ls superior to that
employed by the author Of this book"

''Your Imagination ls superior to that
employed by the author Of this book"
one. Maud Bnthers7 What Is she
like?"
"She's supposed to be very good
looking. I've never seen her."
"How queer to be asking me II l
know her. then. Why do you askf"
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
her.
"Roodles?"
"Loads, II 1t means more to you. 7
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 a lot of queer duchies and
principalities. don't you know; 1t Is
quite impossible to tell one from the
other. They don't even appear on the
maps"
He took 1t with q perfectly straight
face. though secretly annoyed. ut
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"
I'VE 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.
I'm told"
Indeed? I should think she might
be, Mr.. Schmidt, with all those lovely
millions behind her."
He smiled introspectively. Yes, and
l am told that in spite OF them she is
the prettiest girl in New York"
She appeared to lose interest In the
topic. "Oh. indeedT
"But," he supplemented gracefully,
1T isn't true"
What isn't truef"
"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
II can say It with a perfectly clear
conscience, Miss Guile" said he and
was filed with delight when she bit
her lip as q sign Of acknowledgment.
'"Oh, here comes the teal" she cried,
with q strange eagerness In her voice.
Il am 30 glad" She scrambled grace
fully out Of her rug and arose to her
feet.
Aren't you going to have sonnet" he
cried.
EYES," she said quite pointedly. In
my room. Mr.. Schmidt And before
he could get to his feet she was NOV.
ing away without 80 much as q 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 .
turbulent, storm thrashed ocean.
Only the hardest Of the passengers
ventured on deck.
r. Schmidt, being good sailor and
q hardy young chap, albeit Q prince
Of royal blood, was abroad early. he
took two turns about the deck. and
each time as he passed the spot he
sent q 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, 30 to speak. They were
very disagreeable. cross and unpleas-
ant, and somehow he felt that they
hated their cheerful. happy faced
prince. af
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 oysge4ttmated