Emmons County record. [volume] (Williamsport, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-current, 1920-07-22

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Rage. Such as'He Had Never Felt In
All His Life, Consumed Him.
wasn't ready to make that admission.
The fact that the finest girl didn't care
hang for the national pastime con-
stituted mighty serious problem. It
wasn't pleasant to continue to mas
querade as "A1r. James," but it was
an tncognito enforced So things were
permitted to drift
.
It was moonlight on the Mediter-
ranean, the last night but one of Win
Shute's long voyage to Naples from
Inconsistencies. He had started out
to act the part Of "trusty''-to do
nothing against the captains author
ity, but secretly to work toward one
end. namely, the circumvention of his
enemies. After fortnight at sea, al
though he was naturally interested in
his own case, he had lost much Of
his violent anger against those who
had forced him to become passenger
on the ship. For If they hadn't-if he
had remained at home-he would not
have met the finest grill AS iris Ford
would have said: "There amt moth
ing to that"
1t was early, scarcely dark. but with
fulr moon, and together they were
on the lookout for the first sight of
Genoa. They had arrived at that i'm
portant stage of their acquaintance
when the original discovery was to
! be made of front names. .
you've never told me your name"
/, he urged.
Mother always calls me 'Girlie,'"
she responded. half in fun.
II know-but never was strong for
| pet names-in public, I mean. Tell
! me your real name."
She was plainly embarrassed. It
was a perfectly jAstifable question,
| and there was no reason, which he
could see, why she should hesitate.
| Yet she did.
I'm not going to use it-till you
want me to-
"Oh, it's not that-not that at all.
I'd be glad to have you call me-
1mogen. It's 1mogen.'
"1mogen Riley" repeated Win.
"Say, that's some name. II I'd named
you myself. I'd have called yoe-
Imogen."
Mother will be glad" And she
laughed.
snow, WHAT'S your namer' she
asked.
It was his turn to be fused" and
to hesitate. "My middle names Win
ton-most everybody calls me Win"
II suppose because you always do"
"Till now I have"
She edged away a trifle.
| "Winton, James is an excellent
name," she declared. II don't believe
would have it anything else"
He kicked the rail with his toe. It
was an impatient kick. Masqueraderl
'Look!"
She pointed to the lights. myriads
Of lights, bobbing on the shipping in
the harbor and stretching high up to
the submits of Monte Peraldo, where
they lost their identity in the winking
stars.
Genoa !" he exclaimed.
the Superb" she completed.
But tomorrow we 60 to Naples.
and then, Win regarded Imogen
wistfully. -
Don't speak Of tomorrow" she
hastened to say. f
mo" he agreed. 1--WE have tonight
all to ourselves"
yes" she whispered.
But they didn't.
As the Colonia was warped In to the
dock, olive-skinned officers, most OF
them with black moustachios, swarm
ed about theShead Of the pier. In their
dress and cocky bearing they closely
resembled soldiery. And they formed
guard about each gangway before
any one was permitted to land.
Other officers came aboard imme-
diately, and the word soon few around
the decks, started BY some prattling
petty officer OF the ship, that the
'boarders~ wers connected with the
secret service Of Italy. This resur-
rected the ships mystery, ana tongues
began to wag and heads turn In excite
| ment over the imminent disclosure Of
the fusitive's idsntity. ~ length was
circulated the information that the
omcnrs were soaking young woman