The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1876-09-03

II richards makes n movement toward her,
aud then falls back No, that won't do.
Please sit down ngain." He goes round her
chair and tries 10 get mt the window from
that side. 81 can't get any purchase on It.
Why don't you cut out that pioceH Miss
GilDraith stnres Mt him i'll dumb amaze
ment. "Well, don't see what we're to
do. I'll go and get the porter" He goes
to the end OF the car, and returns. Ican't
find the pOrter--he must be IN one OF the
other cnrs. Bui"-hrightening with the
fortunate conception just thought
of something. VIII 1t uubuttonY"
Miss c." Unbuitonr'
Mr. II. Yes; this garment of yours"
Miss G.-My polonaise" Inquirlngly;
Mr.. R.-wen, then. It's n very simple
matter. IL you will just take It of can
easily
Miss g., faintly-"I can't. A polonaise
isn't like an overcoat"-
Mr.. H., with di'may-" Ont Well ihen"--
He remains thinking "A moment IN hopeless
| perplexity.
Miss g.. with polite oeremony-"The
porter will be back soon. Don't trouble
yourself any further about 1t, please.
shall do very well. 800
Mr.. r.. without needing her-"If you
could kneel OH that foot-cushion and face
| the window
Miss O., kneelinG promptly" So"
Mr. r." Yes, aud now'-kneeling be-
side her # you'll allow me toto get at
! the window catch"--he stretches both
a. ms forward; she shrnks from his right
into his left, aud then back again-"and
| pull while rnse the window"
Miss c." Yes, yes; hut do hurry, please
II any one saw US I don't know what they
would think. It's perfectly ridicu ousl"
pulling. IT'S caught III the corner of
| the window. between the frame and the
sash, and IL won't GOMEZ Ia my hair troub-
ling your Il 1t IN your eyesr'
Mr.. X. It's III my eyes, but 1t isn't
troubling me. Am ] iuconveniencing
your
Miss c." Oh, not at ALL"
Mr.. r." Well, now then, pull hardP'
lie llts the window with "a great enort;
the polonaise comes free with n start, and
she strikes violently against hun. In sup
porting the shock he cannot fOrbear catch
my her for an instant TO his heart. She
frees herself, and starts indignantly to her
feet.
Mss G.-"Oh what acowardly-subter-
fugeW
how much courage 1t took" Miss Gal
| braith puts her handkerchief to her face,
aud sobs. ION, don't cry! Bless my heart
I'm sorry did ~ But you know how
dearly love you, Lucy, though do think
| you've been cruelty unjust. | told you |
should never love any one else, and never
| shall. l couldn't help II, upon NV sOul |
couldn't. Nobody could. Don't let 1t vex
you. my He approaches her.
| Miss c." Please not touch me, sir J You
have no longer any right whatever to
| do so"
Mr. R-"You misnterpret very inof-
fensve gesture. have no idea OF touch
ing, but | hope | may he allowed, a.
! special favor, to-pick up my hat, viii h
YOU are In the act of stepping ON Miss
Galbraith hastily turns. ana strikes the hat
with her whiilug skirts; II rolls 10 the
other side OF the parlor, and Mr.. Richards,
who goes after 1t. uiters nn ironical
Thanks!" He brushes 1t and puts It on,
looking at her where she has again seated
| herself at the window with her back to
| him. and continues. As for any further
moiestation from me-
Miss c." In YOU tOiU talk to me-
Mr.. r." Excuse me. am not talking to
you
MIss G." What were you doingr
MIR R." | was beginning TO think aloud.
II was soil quizing. l suppose / may be
allowed to soliioquize?'
Mss c., very coldly. " You can do what
you Ike"
MIR. r." Unfortunately. that's just what
I can't do. II | could do as | liked, should
ask you a single question"
Miss c., after moment, Well sir. you
may ask your Question: She remains rs
before, with ner cum i'll her hand looking
tearfully out OF the window. Her face Is
turned from Mr. Richards. who hesitates q
III, ment before lie speaks.
uN6rIim: hwJoa to aaHS9u. .NSttlUa Miss
In the other ear, why do you rue pach-
ward IN thisr
Ms g., bury ng her face in her hand
kerchief, and sobbing, On, on on ms
| h too bad
my heart 10 hear you gong on So and All
| for nothing Be n little merciful TO both
| OF us aud listen to me We no DOUBT
| can explain everything II l once under
stand II, but it's pretty hard explalnlngR
thing II you don't understand II yourself.
| Do turn round. 1 know II makes you
sick to ride in that wav, ana II you doh
| want TO face me-there '-wheellng IN MS
l.Na aaL hnT
you needn't. Though it's rather trying
| TO "A fellows politeness, not Ia mention MS
other feelings. Now, what in the name -
Porter, who at this moment enters with
his stepladdrr, and begins 10 hgnt tue
lamps" Gong pretty slow agin. sab.
Mr.. r. Yes: what's the troubleF
Porter" Well, don't know exactly.
sab. Something de matter with de loco
motive We shan't be into Albany much
| lore o'clock.
MIR. R." What's the next stationF
Porter" Schenectady
Mr.. r." Is the whole train as empty
P"r1er lauehing-" Well. no. sab. Fact
is. dis cab don't belong on dis train. It's
Pullman that we hitched on when you got
in and ives taking II along for one OF de
Eastern roads. We let you IN cause de
drawing rooms was all full. Same with
de lady'-looking sympatheucally al hef F;
as he takes up his steps to go out. Can l
do an gthlug for you now, missr
Miss g.. plaintively-" No, thank you
nothing whatever" She has turned whlle
Mr.. Richards aud the porter nave been
speaking, aud now faces the back Cf tue
former, but her veil is drawn closely. The
porter goes out.
Mr.. r.. wheeling round so as TO confront
her" wish you would speak TO me hal
us kindly as you do to that darkey, Lucy.
Miss -" lie is a gentleman!'
Mr. r." He il an urDane ana well-ln-
formed nobleman. At any rate, he's a
man aud "A brother. But SO am L. Miss
Galbralth does not reply, aud after u
puuse Mr. Richards resumes. "Ialk'
ng Of gentlemen | recoliect once, com
ing up on the day boat to Poughkeepsle
thel e was poor devil Of tipsy man kept
following n young fellow about, and an
moving him 10 death trying TO nght MN
AS "A typsv man will, and insisting thal tht
Young fellow had lnsultei hun. Is, aud
by he lost his balance, and went over
board, ana the other jumped after him
aud hshed him out Sensation on tn'
part OF Miss Galbralth, who stlrs uneasllS
ia her chair, looks out Of tue window, thet
looks AT Mr.. Richards, and drops h"l
head. There was young lady on Doaro
who had seen the whole thlng-a yer
charming young lady indeed, with pal'
blonde halr growing very timex over hel
forehead, and dark eyelashes TO the sweet
in, al