The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1921-09-27
WHAT JAM ACCOMPLISHED.
BY Belle Witkin.
Copyright, 1921, by Wheeler, Syn


BY Belle Witkin.
| Copyright, 1921, by Wheeler, Syn
dictate, Inc.)
Feggy's eyes flashed resentfully
Just because Howard Milwood
owned half of the town of Milwood
was no reason why his daughter
should patronize her.
You must come up to the festl-
val, dear" Betty Milwood was say
ing kindly-too kindly. Several
young college men will be there
and I'm sure you'll have a good
time"
Then she added rather self
consciously. Did l tell you Kent
Wayne was to be there-yes-the
Kent Wayne of New York. He is so
interesting and so devoted"
Little Peggy's eyes opened wide.
Kent Wayne, the artist, at Betty S
charity festival
And Betty turned to go with the
satisfied feeling that comes when
one feels his work well done. Peggy
was too disturbingly attractive,
anyhow. She couldn't avoid invit-
ing her. but she could see to it that
no one noticed her; that is, no one
who mattered a great deal, which
meant that she would manage to
manipulate affairs so that Kent and
Peggy would not meet.
She smiled in anticipation as she
thought of Kent. He would be de-
voted, of course, and she would
stroll carelessly about with him.
The entire town of Milwood would
be duly impressed.
She walked along so absorbed in
her thoughts that she did not see a
low, black roadster spin up the
road in the direction from which
she came Had she seen the gray
capped, tweed-coated driver she
might have not been so complacent.
The athletic looking young man
in the motor had seen her, however,
and whispered a feryent prayer of
thanksgiving when she passed
without seeing him.
He rode slowly along enjoying
the fine spring day until he came
to what he involuntarily called "a
genuine picture of usefulness"
Peggy, sitting on the steps, was
thinking disconsolately of her
scaney wardrobe.
81 suppose the old organdie will
have to do-and my old hat she
thought. We'll, at least, that is
pretty If it is last years"
She had a mental vision of the
lace frocks and hats and dainty
slippers of Betty's fashionable
boarding school friends.
Then she became aware of some
one standing at the front gate of
the little house and looking at her.
She rose quickly, her eyes taking in
at once a purring motor, a tall,
young man and smile-weu,
kent's worst enemy, had he had
one, would have admitted the de-
structive power of that smile.
Brown eyes, fortified by the
smile, looked at-gray eyes. Then,
his hat in his hand, he approached
and said, Il beg your pardon, Miss,
but my engine needs water badly;
that is, it won't run without it, and
may have some?"
Peggy looked at the softly pur-
ring motor and stif1ed an inclina-
ton to giggle.
Yes, certainly. Don't you want
to come in"
Wayne followed into the long.
cool kitchen, where it took him an
long time to get
drink. His face and neck were
alarmingly contorted as he tried to
drink, look at Peggy and assume a
virtuous expression all at the same
time.
Little beauty" he was thinking.
She was so deliciously small, too.
And indeed Peggy in her blue ging-
ham morning frock was a pretty
sight. The sun came in through
the open doorway and shone full
upon her chestnut curls. Her eye
ashes rose and fell in a -tantaliz-