The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1921-08-27
The DAILY Short Story

"a bottle of hair dye might start
you dying for him, aye?" Knocked
Marie.
"Of such stuff woman is made"
The next day was Town Picnic
day Aunt Carlena" hired Hiram
to take her guests and herself to
the festivities. Hiram arrived minus
his thick red curls, having had a
short cut His white f1annels,
white silk hose and new panama
were immaculate.
Marie, the wit of the crowd, whis-
pered: HE ought to have a white
wheelbarrow and peddle pond
lilies"
EsteIle registered rebuttal.
"Oh, you're softening, aren't
your" sneered Alice.
"Cut it.-or I'll go home on the
first jitney. OF course Inotice the
difference between overalls and
white fiannels. But bald-headed
carrot cannot appeal to me-"
While the picnickers were gath
ering, the younger element enjoyed
a few dances. After watching Ma
RE and Hiram steal through a
sweet, old-fashioned waltz, the
'bald-headed carrot" glided over to
Estelle and led her into a maze
of modern, newest fancies. Soon it
required all the concentration she
possessed to follow him. There
was no time to wonder until he led
her to far corner of the grove by
the water. Unable, then, to with
hold her curiosity, she ventured:
Where did you learn to dance
like that?"
With quiet tones of concealed
conquest, he replied: 81 am d
dancing teacher, winters. But l
thought l would try dancing with
wheelbarrow on a faFm-scien-
tific dancing-so 1 came to the old
place to experiment l find it very
interesting more ways than
one" with a sly glance out the
corner of his eye.
Just them some one came asking
Hiram to take him home
Estelle had seen-what in Hi
rams big, brown eyes? Whatever
it was, it caused her to get into
the boat and row a short distance
to an island in the lake.
No one saw her depart WheA
the excursionists started for home,
it was the verdict that Estelle had
stolen a march on them, ora ride
Marie remembered EsteIle's threat
of departure and took it for grant
ed the threat was fulfilled and so
Gained the fears of her compan-
ions. Only Hiram doubted. Some
strong spirit whispered of the boat
that was moored where he and
Estella fingered. After driving the
home, and not finding
Estelle there, he returned to the
boat landing.
shore, having drifted near its
stake. Estelle's amateur knot had
not held. A forlorn little figure
stool waving on the island
Hiram removed the white shoes
and socks, waded to the boat and
soon reached the shore of the is
land. He did not land. however, t
but dropped the stone used for an |!
anchor, pretentiously laid the oars
in the bottom of the boat and fold |
ed his arms.
Estelle looked at him in amaze
ment.
Aren't you going to take me
ashore, Mr.. Green?"
In a fine tenor, he sang to his !
own Improvement:
His hair is like his carrots;
His cheeks are like his beets;
With wheelbarrow he peddles
All kinds of greens for eats"
Estelle's face gradually grew
like his beets."
Say, Estelle. will you ever have
! use for my old wheeIbarrow
Estelle turned and fed to a
lump OF spruces and threw herself
N a rock.
Soon pair of strong arms
her tight. A voice whis- |!
'ered gently:
I'm not quite as hard as that
take you home. will