The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1921-11-01
DAkk-EYED SUSAN
Pauline Barnett
Copyright. 1921. by the Wheeler
Syndicate. Inc)

EdUH1e DhTneIS
Copyright. 1921. by the Wheeler
Syndicate. Inc.)
AS Sue sat knitting On the veran-
da of the fashionable hotel, the fav-
orite winter resort of the wealthy,
the ball of pink yarn rolled off
her lap and down the Teranda steps.
With cry of dismay Sue rushed to
capture tit would never do TO
have it soiled, Cor the wrap was for
Nora, and Nora was so "particu-
lar"
Sue looked off at the distant-ten-
mis- court where her sister and some
friends were playing, and little
sigh escaped her.
Il do hope Nora finally lands
that young man" she thought. She
has been angling for him all season.
We really ought not to be here at
all-it's so very eXpensive-but
Nora never worries where the mon
ey comes from, so l suppose I'll
have to give up the idea of some
new dresses for myself. Oh, dear!
/ am so sick Of making over cast
offs and trying to look presentablei
But there, that's what must be ex-
pected when one is the homely
elder sister of a beauty"
But Sue was really not a homely
girl at all-nOr old, either, being
barely three years the senior of the
spoiled and petted baby sister"
left in her care when their mother
died. But it was SO easy to be
crowded into the background that
by degrees Sue found that she was
''out of things" entirely, and served
more as a combination chaperon
and Gladys maid" for Nora.
"The taller of those men is very
good-looking," Sue thought, as the
four from the courts sauntered to-
ward the hotel, but ike the 9th
er mans face better Nora said
he was an artist-well. guess he
won't waste a look on me-Pm hard
~ sight for artistic eyes" She
was suddenly conscious of her pink
dress, now rather shabby, which
had been a dancing frock of Nora's.
I'D better go in" she decided.
81 must get out Nora's things for
tonight. But / wonder which of
those men is the one with all the
money. l don't believe it can be the
artist-they are most always poor.
so it must be the other man that is
the Rex Cartwright that Nora is
angling for" and Sue took one last
look at the four, a little dismayed
to find how near they had come.
She turned hastily to leave the
porch when for the second time
that day the truart ball of yarn
slipped from her grasp and rolled
merrily down to the green lawn.
With a sharp exclamation of dis
may Sue started to the rescue, but
too late. The young man whom she
decided was the artist leaped for
ward and caught it up almost be-
fore it had time to touch the ground
Wonder who the lady of the
pink yarn was" said Rex Cart
wright to his chum, Alan Paine, a
little later. She seemed as shy
and frightened as a rabbit"
Rather a dowdy little thing,
wasn't she," commented the other,
Iazily.
Why, no. I didn't think so,7
said Cartwright quickly. 81 hardly
noticed what she had on-I only
know that she had beautiful eyes
lovely big brown ones. l saw that
when I picked up the yarn"
"Oh, you artistic people" yawned
Alan TITS well for you, Cart
wright that you've got so much
can afford to ignore
such ordinary things as clothes.
Now, all that I noticed was that
the lady was very dark and plain
looking and that pink was decided
~ unbecoming to her. However,
she can't help her looks, and I
hear that she's some poor relative