The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1917-04-28


The sister and brother came up the stair
and were cordially greeted by their hosts.
ASHORE again ordered Varney, over
the side :" There Is another guest"
so we have not kept you waiting at
ALL" cried Mrs. Marine. flashing trium.
plant eye upon her brother. Mary u not
here yet-the prlnker!
She was dark, vivacious for q chaperon.
easily on the correct side Of 80. and arrayed
in very light mourning indeed. She had
will, for it was she who had baited J. Pink
rey Hare with sociology and politics to
abandon the law In New York. at which he
was doing rather we'll and follow her to
Hunston. This was when her husband. a
member Of Hunston's oldest family-for
there was aristocracy in the town-had left
her widowed the year Of their marriage.
Three times" Hare elucidated to Var
ney, e. did She tell me. I'll be ready in
minute And a ten minute interval elapsed
each time by my grandtather's trusted
chronometer."
"Oh, WELL" said Varney, who'd put any
trust In a woman who was ready when she
said she'd be? Let's get into tho shade"
"Pinky." said Mrs. Marine. sister-wtse. as
she turned with Varney. gets his IDEAS
about women from the comic weeklIes."
They sauntered aft Peter and Hare Inv
the rear.
Committee meeting at 1907"
Precisely. And by the bye" began
The candidate In his tiny frock coat with
pale gray spats and scarf to match looked
overdressed in the brilliant sunshine. Yet
probably Peter. whose purple tie bossomed
too gorgeously above blue silk fancy
vest" of a cut good deal affected In the
early nineties. looked the more striking Of
the two.
Hes fool" declared Peter presently
1.-The chances are that Ryan has barrel
Of votes sailed down where we'll have the
DEVILS own time tapping them. You can't
smoke out skunk in a minute, tell you"
Mrs. Marie in a cushioned chair, was
being markedly agreeable to her host
Its my debut on yacht" she was rat
thing away. Is there any special etiquette?
Coach me from time to time when you see
me fumblng, won't you? And II there Is q
code. there Is one thing that move shall
go into it here and now. Politics is-or arc
barred for the day! VIII you make It q
rule that whoever mentions tor them
forfeits butter, Mr.. Varney?"
varney laughed. "A rank outsider. my
SELF" said he. I'm absolutely willing But
I fear that In division tho nays would
have It"
You and l." she said. against Mr.. Ma
ginnis and Pinky. A tie, Mary would heps
the deciding vote"
Then you'd lose out" said her brother.
whose social manner, It was developing. diff
fered somewhat from that OF his Official
moments.
II know women said Mrs. Marine. ~
could lobby Mary over In exactly two min
utes, Mr.. Varney. Besides, she is absent at
roll call, you know"
THE point Is we'll taken" said varney. to
whom the thought was anything but now
city.
There she is now" said Peter over their
shoulders.
Varney turned and looked ashore at the
point where the gig was patiently, waiting.
There was no sign Of anybody there.
Upstream" added Peter, and the sudden
Cd no
servation like a full stop.
Two hundred yards above them, marrow
driveway crclcd down to the river to an
ancient boathouse. and here the gaze OF the
little party turned. Where the road curvec
at the waters edge. there stood great Whit
touring car, shining IN the sun like ne"
pin Upon the drivers seat sat a bare headed
young man with brown face and light stun.
burned hair brushed back. On the farther
side Of him. gloved hand holding to the scat
back, stood young girl In blue linen dress
and rather conspcuously large hat also OF
blue. Both Of them were looking of toward
,hL Cyprian Now the horn footed again it
salutation: and the girl, catching their eyes
waved her and and smiled. making little
gesture indicative Of her lack Of equipment /,
10 navigate the intervening stretch Of water. J
Mrs Marine answered the salute in kind.
Reassuring gesticulations were duly waited
ashore.
who's the new swain, Pinky." demanded
Mrs Marine. thoughtfully.
pinky did not know. The sailing master,
=, n word from Varney. hurled an order to
the gig ashore. Then he swept his mega
phone upstream, pointing 1t straight at the
motor
THE gig is on the way to you now, Miss.
That's an awfuly sweet hat she's wear
ing" said Mrs Marine. - wonder where she
found that shape"
Miss Carstairs nodded her thanks to the
sailing master. The bare headed young man
spranS down. assisted her to descend, waited
with her at the waters edge. assisted hef
most thoroughly into the Cypriani's gig. he
was handsome boy He stood Oh the shore
looking after the departing boat. laughing
and calling out something.
I'VE wanted TO have luncheon on Geek
said Narney abruptly. to Mrs. Marine, " as
the dan is 40 uncommonly fine. But ABOUT
noon there came up a little cloud no larger
rhan 4 mans hand-it took a telescope to see
t-antl the steward. a pronounced co1serva-
i've begged us not to trife With our luck.