Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1918-06-29

"Oh!' Miss Dunmore did not seem
particularly impressed. Il don't seq
how any one could get lost on a little
island like this"
'"fhats where the mystery comes in.
There are only about half a dozen
places she could be, and we've looked
in all of them"
Il had brother who walked in his
Sleep" said Captain Perkins, follow
ing up trair of thought suggested by
Mrs. Green's disappearance. do you
want to hear the story about the funny
place where the zebra bit him?"
"A little later" suggested hastily
Just now we all ought to scatter and
help look f"r Mrs. Green"
How was she dresS4d?" Captain
Perkins inquired.
II don't know. I'm not sure wheth-
er she was dressed at all or not-that
is, she probably had on a kimono or
something, but l don't think she had
on regular skirts and things"
I'VE might take a stroll along the
beach," suggested Jim, whom | sus-
pected of wanting to display his strip
ed clothing in public Possibly we
might find something we could eat"
After the captain and Jim had start
ed out Miss Dunmore seemed lost in
deep and bewildered thought. | fore
bore to break in on so portentous a
brain struggle.
At last she spoke. where do you
suppose the zebra did bite Captain
Perkins brother?"
eff you go with him perhaps he will
tell you" l said, with an idea of doing
my searching alone with weather
eye constantly peeled for Lucille and
Bopp.
NO." she demurred, 81 would much
rather go hunting with you. 1t will
be more fun
Evidently she thought that hunting
old ladies' in the underbrush was one
Of our innocent island pastimes.
I sighed. We sailed forth. If had
wanted to run across Lucille when |
was alone l was just as anxious to
avoid her while l was in the company
of Miss DunmCre.
do we have to find her before
lunch?"
/ explained painstakingly the remote
possibility either Of finding Mrs Green
or of having any lunch. Contrary to
my expectations, she took the informa-
ton about the lack of food just as
cheerfully as she had everything else.
don't believe it would be possible to
dampen the spirits of that girl-not
that she was unresponsive to anothers
distress, for | have rarely met one so
sympathetic, but she was perSistently
optimistic.
II don't mind going without lunch
Bit" she smiled. Il very seldom eat
anything until after the show at night
anyway. Only there won't be any
show tonight to eat after, will there?
That will seem funny. I've always
been in shows ever since was a kid.
except a few weeks in the middle of
summer, and then generally was re-
hearsing"
She laughed gayly.
Vida chartered away with all the
needless gayety of a child who knows
that some one is going to provide the
next meal. She told me at length
about her fiance. That took a lot Of
the romance out of our walk. Not
that was falling in love with Vida
not q bit of it-but II was too bad as
long as l had lost favor with Lucille
on her account to have her tell me
about her love affair with some one
else. have since reasoned that she
regarded me as being old enough to
be her father or her Uncle Jack and
treated me accordingly.
II wouldn't mind being all alone
with you on this island" she confided
If you were only Jack"
jack Who is JackT'
81 mean Ned" she explained Il
was going to marry Jack, but Ned
wouldn't have il. We wouldn't care
much about food even" she went on.
Ned would find something for ne,
He's dreadfully ingenious. That ZONES
from writing plays, l guess. one has
to be clever to think out plots for
plays, don't you Think"
mot most OF them" ] lapsed into
my critical manner. Not at clever
as you have to be to sell them
He wrote play once about two
people on a desert island. There was
a bully part for the girl in it. They
found bananas and cocoanuts TO eat
and some kind Of birds eggs
In plays and stories dealing with
castaWays on an island" / explained,
the scene IS always conveniently To-
Gated en- a tropical island where all
sorts of food products grow wild. May
l ask If in Mr. Blaney's play there was
any treasure buried on the islandY'
Yes she essented.
And were they attacked by savages
armed with poisoned dartsY'
"Oh, you've read his playF'
mo, but l know just what ought to
be ia every castaway story. This is
land that we are on. you see, is quite
different. Nothing more nourishing
than spruce gum ever grows here, and
there isn't a native with a poisoned
dart within a thousand miles unless
you count Lucille"