Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-12-13

This is Sheba-little Sheba that
Il have told you so often aboat,
Peter. sh ecried GLORY be. I'm
glad to see you child" And Diane
kissed her again warmly You two
met on the same boat, of course,
coming in. I hope you didn't ct
her get lonesome Gordon. Look
after Sheba's suitcases Potter. You'll
core to dinner tonight, Gordon
at seven"
I'm in the kind hands of my
countrywoman." laughed Gordon
I'll certainly be on hand"
But what in the world are you
doing here? You're the last man
I'd have expected to see."
I'm in the service of the govern
ment, and I've been sent in on
business"
We'll, I'm going to say some.
thing original dear people," Mrs
Paget replied. ITS a small world
isn't it?"
While he was dressing Tor dinner
later in the day, Elliot recalled
early memories OF the Pagets. He
had known Diane ever since they
had been youngsters together 1T
school. He remembered her as a
restless, wiry little thing, keen ass a
knife blade. Always popular So
cially, she had surprised everybody
by refusing the catch of the town
TO marry a young mining engineer
without q penny. Gordon was in
college at the time, but during the
next long vacation he had fratern-
lied good deal with the Peer
FACETS. The young married people
had been very much in love with
each other, but not too preoccupicd
to take the college boy into their
happiness as a comrade. Then The
Arctic goldfields had claimed Paget
and his bride. That had been mere
thar, ten years ago, and until to-day
Gordon had not seen them since.
While Elliot was brushing his
dinner coat before the open win
'dow of the room assigned to him
ut the hotel, somebody came out
to the porch below. The voice of
I; woman floated family to him.
Seen DANES Irish beauty yet,
Ned?"
Yes" a man answered.
The woman laughed softly. Mrs.
Mallory came up on the same boat
with her." The infection sug-
gested that the words were meant
not tC tell a fact, but some less OBJ
vious inference.
she's wonderfully pretty, and OF
course Diane will make the most o.
hel. But Mrs. Mallory is q woman
among ten thousand"
I'D choose the girl if IL were
me-" said the man.
But it isn't you. Well see what
We'll see.'
They were moving up the street
and Gordon heard no more, What
he had heard was not clear to him
Wig should any Importance attach
to the fact that Mrs. Mallory and
/ Sneba O'Neill had come up the
river on the same boat? Yet he wa:
! vaguely disturbed by the insinua.
! ton that in some way Diane wa.
| entering her cousin as rival o.
| the older woman. He resented the
| idea that the fine, young person
| ality of the Irish girl was beins
! cheapened by management on the
| part of Diane Paget.
! Elliot was not the only dinnel
| guest at the Paget home that even
! ing. He found Colby Macdonald
| sitting in the living room witt
! Sheba. She came quickly forwary
| to meet the newly arrived guest
"Mr Macdonald has been tellin,
me about my father. He knew hin
| on Frenchman creek where the.
| bo-h worked claims" explained tn,
girl.
The big mining man made no com
ment and added nothing to what sh
said. There were times when hi
| face was about as expressive as
stone wall. 9
The dinner went off very well
Diane and Peter had a great MIN,
questions to ssk Gordol about oil
friends. BY the time these ha,
been answered Macdonald wa
chatting easily with Sheba. Sh
listened with glowing eyes to I'll
strange tales this man of magni
ficent horizons had to tell. Neve
before had she come into contac
with anyone like him.
Ito be Continued)