Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1917-08-31

pearl suspended between the blue of
haze-veiled sky and the blue Of conflu-
ent waters.
arthur Rackham must have colored
it," Lydia unused aloud.
"Wait-this is only the overture
wait till you see 1t as / mean to show
1t to you-bridlepath in Central park
of sunny morning, Broadway at night
with a full head of steam on, South
street at noon with the old sailing
ships asleep in the sun and their fore
feet up on the sidewalk, Fifth avenue
at evening, lights like big pearls pop
ping out through the purple dusk"
Ostentatiously drawing handker-
chief from his cuff, Peter mopped his
brows. BEG pardon. Being poetical
under forced draft is a bit exhaust
ing"
"Your prose isn't anything to boast
of. Henry James at his most AFRO
CANT was never more unintelligible."
"Oh, you'll wise up to it quick
enough. But mind there'll be nothing
doing in the poetry line after we're
married. 1 know my limitations, and
l couldn't stand the pace"
Here an apologize steward caught
Peters eye. BEG pardon, Mr.. Trait,
but you're wanted in the dining sa-
loon to acknowledge your declara
tion."
Thanks" said Peter sulkily. 81
presume it's got to be tended to. You,
too, Miss Craven"
Up1t Two o1raodp v,o 10 W., n nj, .,
edgment, Mr.. Trait. I'm so sorry!"
IT wish I could believe you were !"
said Peter vindictively, and went a mo-
rose way without her.
He would have been less downcast
could he have guessed how soon the
girl was to miss him. Alone and with
out distraction, imagination was hag-
ridden by the care of that wretched
puzzle box. 1t was still safe in her
pOssesSion-that was the worst of 1t !!
Nevertheless, she had as yet said
nothing to Craven about the attack
in the fog, fearing lest he might insist
resuming charge of the puzzle box !;
and so, perhaps, put himself in the
way of some perils more vital even
than that which had befallen her. And
her father was all she had!
When they were free to stream
| down the gangway to the pier Craven,
consigning Lydia to the care of Peter
Trait, rushed off to commander the
| first available customs inspectors for
himself and Mrs. Merrilees. So that
1t was Peter who piloted Lydia to
G section, hunted up her trunk, and
| fOnk har n1onn in tho nj tho
chief inspectors desk; with the re-
suit that the luggage of 81. Carteret,
Spinster," was quickly passed, and,
Peter reluctantly leaving her to pass
his own impedimenta, she was at lib
erty to garner what diversion she
might from the trials of others.
In that section her father was duti-
fully but perspiringly in optimistic
endeavor to persuade his particular
inspector that he hadn't perjured him
self in his sworn declaration. Motto
ing Lydia's indignant interest, Craven
paused only long enough to lift fur
tive eyebrow and draw down the cor
ners of his mouth. thus signifying a
conviction that his troubles were
wholly due to the pernicious interior
ence Of his political antagonists, even
as predicted.
She returned the least of mods, in
dicating that the puzzle box was
safe--as it was, in her suede handbag,
which. dangling from her wrist by its
leather strap, had quite escaped the
attention of the inspector.
Then, remembering Craven's hint
that 1t would be well not to attract
too much attention to their relation
ship until clear Of the customs, the girl
turned away to kill time until her
father should be free.
Over the way. in Section B, Lydia
found Mrs. Beggarstaff, surrounded
by an array of luggage to do credit
to an army corps, light Of battle in
her eyes. words of bitter wit upon her
ready lips, in pitched combat with a
graceless skeptic Of an inspector.
Near by, three dock porters, two ship
newsmen, half a dozen assorted citi-
zens, and a brace of customs apprais-
ers whose duties were immediate and
elsewhere, hung in breathless interest
upon the issue Of the fray, one and all
grinning broadly.
Lydia gathered an impression that
the Dowager Dragon had found a foe
man worthy Of her steel; then hurried
on to Section M and Betty Merrilees.
+ Greeting Lydia serenely, this last
resumed her conversation with her as
signed inspector. you'll find every
thing dutiable in the hat trunk and
that big dresser trunk over there
the two upper trays-the receipted
bills in the first tray-all except
necklace. have that here" she In
dicated the metal box in her hands,
"and the bill as well.''
Thanks, Mrs. Merrilees." The In.
spector looked up from her DECLARE
ton In futile attempt to maintain his