Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1920-07-28
who informed your" I asked

"Who informed you:
amazedly.
Your friend, Mr.. Kenney, is a
most interesting gentleman" she
'smiled.
Optimistic I said. frowning at
Jerry. I'm afraid that-well, as you
say, next spring is months away. In
the meantime-we'll see what vi
vandiere can do this winter. At least.
Miss Leland, I'll have her in a mood
that will enable some one else to
look after her. If that some one uses
ordinary gentleness and patience"
Far off a whistle blew. A hundred
heads turned toward the railroad
track. There was a hustle IN the
beach. "Ill see you on the train"
said. Miss Leland. I'm afraid Mrs.
Clarke will be sorely offended If I
don't join her now"
She was right, I guess. The chap
eron was walking up and down q
hundred yards away from us, and
sion, from the chances she sent our
way l imagine that she did not APP
prove, Miss Leland left US. turned
to Jerry. "Give me your arm, you
g%arrulous old man." said I.
He helped me to my feet. Then he
surprised me. Honest, Misther Sale,
II nivir told her that you might be
~ ClIl0IdSCu HlAI 6pEluSs H. -...A
'Then who did," asked.
did We know" he said, with a
grin. that the young lady STINT a till
gram from Charleston? And that she
got a. answer before the boat sail
ed?"
No." said I. what of it?"
II just been thinkin' she might
have found that out, thin. I nivir
thought Of it at the time, but-sup-
| n0Sir' Sho'd uyira6 came nro <hof
knows the ropes up north-she might
have got such an answer. It's all
guessin' and"
But why should she have wired
New York about me? Jerry. you old
liar. did you see the address on her
telegram 2"
"The steward that STINT it happened
s So snGS IT. to a,r %s;s a ns ansssrf e
ould Sam Benton, sor. didn't be
afther tellin' We. for 1 didn't think 1,
fair We shud know the lady's interest
in We until"
"You simple-minded, doddering old
idiot" | snapped. Why, any one
would think that-that-"
Il mind said Jerry, grinning, as
he put his tough old arm around my
the same whin l tould him, these
thirty-five years gone, that ye'el
mother that-was-to-be, God rist hel
sweet sould, would be afther bein
plased to answer a certain question
Ye'er father asked her, and he nivir
called me a liar, neither!"
But Miss Leland said you TOLD
her" I said dazedly.
"She said I was a most intherestin
gintleman," corrected Jerry. More
power in her bright eyes and intelli.
gent ears!"
But why should she have evad.
ed
"'Tis not Jerry Kenney that'n be
afther gossipin' about a lady, sor,'
said Jerry. Sure, I'll be no Cupid
for We. sor."
Jerry, you may go to hell" said I
He grinned. We started towar'
the train hat had drawn upaia hun
tdred yards from the beach. l remem'
Der hearing Jerry explain to me tina,
the houses we saw we're but thu
iishanties of laborers employed in fin
fishing the construction Of the railroad
from Arcadia to the tip of the lont
peninsula that ended a few mile!
south of Boca Grande; ! remember
vaguely, a man with frm finger;
touching my hurt leg; remember
hearing him say that I'd have to keel
quiet for a fortnight and would b
lame for a month: remember him in
!, sisting that I drink something; re
member, hazily, being lifted into a.
automobile after our train stopped
cool sheets, darkness. A mile in thu
Florida surf takes something put o
a man.
When I awoke it was day, and Jer
Try was placing a breakfast tray on
table in the center Of a prettily fur
nished room.