Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1918-11-06
CHAPTER III.
The Plot Against the Lovers.

DEGGY and Billy Belgium
turned their airplanes down
- toward the roof garden, where
the Dancing Damsel was telling her
sad story through the poetry of mo-
ton. Peggy had often seen the
elder pupils at dancing school trying
to interpret songs and poems and
stories by means of dancing, but not
until they landed on the roof beside
the tower did she realize how per-
fectly thoughts and emotions could
be thus expressed. It was just as if
the Dancing Damsel were talking or
singing.
"My heart is breaking through
longing for my brave Boy knight"
she seemed to say in the language
of the dance. 1--WE are parted and
they say he loves another, but oh,
| believe him true, and III be true
to him. III die before I'll wed the
rich old widower my stepfather
would have me marry"
81 told you she was dancing the
dance of Love in Despair" whis-
pered Mrs. Swallow. 81 felt that
same way when a fippety gibbet Of
a Sand Martin tried to steal General
Swallow away from me before we
were married"
81 didn't care a futter for that
Sand Martin" declared General
Swallow Indignantly, but some viii
lain started a story that l was in
love with her and that Miss Purple
Swallow was in love with Swift.
1t came near wrecking' our lives."/
Maybe it is the same with the
Dancing Damsel and the Boy
Knight. The cruel stepfather may
have told them false tales" This
explanation rushed quickly to
Peggy's lips as her heart went out
in sympathy to the beautiful girl
who was dancing her sad story in
the moonlight at an hour when one
should hive been tucked safely away
in bed dreaming sweet dreams Of
love and happiness. Il wish we could
go and see this Boy Knight" Peggy
added.
No sooner was the wish out of her
mouth than the charm of the Golick-
ETY. leaves worked. In a fash they
had left the castle miles behind and
were in the midst of a great military
encampment. Through this they
sped to the edge of broad aviation
field. The airplanes came to earth
before tent and Peggy glanced up
to find herself looking into the pale,
grief-stricken face of a handsome
youth. Instantly she knew that this
was the Boy Knight-his fine face
and his courtly bearing telling her
this, even before Mrs. Swallow
whispered his name.
Although all around him the great
camp slept, the Boy Knight was
wide awake. He was sitting in his
camp chair. In one hand was let
ter; in the other a photograph. His
lips were moving as he talked
silently to the photograph, the
words they framed being as plain
as though he spoke them aloud.
Little sweetheart, l didn't think
you'd do i'll" the lips said. How
could you write such cruel mes
sage. I can see every word even
in the dark, for they are written en-
my brain in letters of fire: Good
BY, I do not love you. I'm going
to marry a rich man who will give
me everything and make me happy.
l do not wish ever to see you
Saying this, the Boy Knight hung
his head in such deep detection that
Peggy wanted to put her hand on
his head and comfort him.
IT just know that misery step
father is to blame for this" she whis-
pered. 'I'd like to be where 1>could
give him piece of my mind"
Her wish was granted instantly.
There was another rush through the
air, and suddenly she found herself
with Billy Belgium and General and
Mrs. Swallow blinking in the glare
of bright electric light. The Ii ght
hung from the ceiling of high,
richly-decorated room.
Beneath it was table, and at this
table sat two evil-loking old men,
One had a shining bald pate and the
other hal shining gold teeth.
""My stepdaughter will wed you
in the morning. cackled Bald Pate
"But you must keep your promise
that her wealth shall be mine"
1T shall be. l have plenty Of my
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