BONES, KING-MAKER
Patricia Hamilton, an observant young lady, had not failed to notice that every day, at a certain hour, Bones disappeared from view. It was not for a long time that she sought an explanation.
"Where is Bones?" she asked one morning, when the absence of her cavalier was unusually protracted.
"With his baby," said her brother.
"Please don't be comic, dear. Where is Bones? I thought I saw him with the ship's doctor."
The mail had come in that morning, and the captain and surgeon of the s.s. Boma Queen had been their guests at breakfast.
Hamilton looked up from his book and removed his pipe.
"Do you mean to tell me that Bones has kept his guilty secret all this time?" he asked anxiously.
She sat down by his side.
"Please tell me the joke. This isn't the first time you have ragged Bones about 'the baby'; even Mr. Sanders has done it."