The Jasper news., 1917-08-09
CHAPTER vi.

Sun llNl ulhubihS Noiiil't'SN'iNJ
have suited fairy godmother gloat-
ing over some signal beneticence.
Past the deck chair in which she
was reclining, with Peter Trait ut her
side, arm in arm, Lydia Craven and
Mrs. Merrilees were striding briskly
aft. Rare color warmed the face OF
Craven's daughter, mirth danced in her
eyes, smile edged the pretty lips
from which the breeze caught snatch
of laughter as musical as singing glass,
and bore it to the ears of her two
devoted admirers.
"Um-hm," Peter assented indistinct-
ly between teeth gripping the mouth
piece of his pipe. Basking in the
warmth of late September sun, as
lazly content as any cat, Peter
watched the girls swing down the deck
and disappear round the superstruc-
ture. Then he removed the pipe to
observe critically, Business of taking
all the credit to yourself-eh?
"Why not?" the Dowagcr Dragon
demanded with asperlty. "Didn't l
discover who she was and bring her
and Tad together? That's why she's
happy, if you must know-not because
you've fallen head over heels in love
with the girl and moon around after
her like stray puppy looking for
good home"
"Ouch! !" said Peter pensively, and
replaced the pipe.
With a grim sniff, the Dowager
Dragon withdrew momentarily into
deep thought. "IIave you asked her
to marry you yet?"
"Who-me?" Peter expostulated
"Nothlng like that"
"Why not?"
"Too much sense" Peter explained,
rarely sententlous.
"Whose-hers?"
"Even money you can't guess"
yours, Of course!'
"Thcre!" groaned Peter. 81 might've
known better than to bet against in
tuition"
'Why plain intuition, Peter? The
phrase is rightfully feminine intui-
tion.'"
THE weed intuition flOuriShes only
in the well-knOwn sex. Man, possessed
of brain, reasons to logical conclu-
sion; woman-hm shuts her lovely
eyes, sticks pin through the card,
and If the perforated horse wins,
claims her choice was dictated by a
mysterious faculty denied to man. The
word itself is a sort of abracadabra,
at mere mention of which fools faint
md wise mon rlimh trppS ~
Secretly charmed, Mrs. Beggarstaff
wrinkled her nose unbecomingly. For
once you admit man is deficient"
Grlnning, Peter made u quaint obei-
sance, and strolled aft, leaving Mrs.
Beggarstaff to gnaw her neither lip over
the discovery, too tardlly made to be
turned to his discontinue, that what
took him from her was his utter In
ability to rest in ignorance of Lydia
Craven's whereabouts. For the two
young women had failed to round out
their circuit of the deck.
Turning past the veranda cafe, nj
the after extreme of the promenade
deck, Peter came upon Mrs. Merrilees
seated mt an adjacent table in CON-
pany with Craven.
A second glance showed him Lydia
in the angle of the starboard rail
QuOin at her side.
In response to a hail from Craven
he turned sulkily to that quarter
where, at least a cheerful disposition
wouldn't go unapprecated, Indeed, he
was welcome. Having privately dis
Seminated news of their engagement
Craven and Mrs. Merrilees were indus
trlously conducting themselves in as
smartly an unloverIike manner as pos
sibe. tentative third was always
encouraged in their company.
"Sit down there" Craven insisted
"The stewardll be back in minute
/ want to talk to you about thi
wretched concert tonight. They'v,
asked me to be master of ceremonies
awful bore!"
With a fixed, agreeable smile, Pete
sat, drank whatever the stewarC
brought him, automatically consumed
Craven's cigarettes, and listened with
out the least interest to the other
plans. How could he be interested
with that fellow Quoin monopollzin!
Lydia? Not that he didn't like Quoln
In fact, Peter admired that man tire
mendously: so much the more reason
to fear his influence
And Lydia, leaning on the rail-
vision more radiant even than the day
"Well| Craven demanded with par
bonnble impatience.