The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1883-04-24

so pleasant as usual. on that day.
After the lesson. several visitors came
in and We had no time 10 taik-so
did tell her about my old lady, etc.
/ But the adventure had not yet end.
ed. On my way to the city. as pass
ed through the depot after leaving
the train, whom should | meet but
the tall fair Young man in the light
overcoat" He looked flushed and
anxious, and more eager than ever.
His eyes lighted up wnen he saw me,
and he walked rapidly up to me say
ing:
II beg your pardon, but will you
kindly tell me whether you saw my
mother on that train after it started
haven't been able to find her, and
I'm so anxious"
Il did not see her. indeed !" | ali
swered becom ng much interested !;
but you know | might easily have
missed her. If she intended going
out To-. she probably gave up try
ing to find you, and got on the train
again"
''DO you think so 7" he cried, catch.
ing at the idea. ut is probable, isn't
it ? ! wonder what brought her to
town. But / do think she would
naturally have gone home. I'm going
to take this train bsck-it starts in a
minute. What could have brought
her? l can't help feeling anxious 7"
81 am very sorry" 1 said sympa-
thetically. but don't think YOU
need fear no harm could happen to
her"
You're very kind" he said cor
daily. There was something wonde.
fully GEAR and endearing about this
young man ones heart warmed to
him instinctively. Suddenly l had
an idea.
Perhaps it wasn't your mother.
after all J" / exclaimed. "She only
saw your hat she was on the other
side-but she described you to me as
a tall, fair"
why, perhaps it wasn't he cried
fairly sparkling with excitement,
why, how funny of me never to
think of that l ought to have asked
you what she was like" We both
laughed heartily.
"Well," l said, beginning to de
scribe her, ''she was"
BY Jupiter 20 suddenly exclaimed
my volatile companion, darling to-
ward the train as it began to move
of. Then he paused for an instant,
though at his peril. exclaiming with
a brilliant smile, II beg your par.
don, but i must 90 On the train.
Good-by-thank you" the last
words were almost shouted, as he
sprang upon tie platform. / stood
stupidity looking after him, holding
my breath with horrer at his rapid
and dangerous leap. The train thun-
dered away, and went home, smil-
ing to myself at this adventure with
a strange young man. Could this be
sober Helen Irving?
But this was not the end of it, else
why should ] write the story? The
next time went out to give Lucy a
lesson, as the train was rushing along,
| saw a tall figure crossing the plat
form between the cars. He was hold
ing on his hat with one hand. and
and his fair curls were blowing IN the
Wind. / could not mistake the clear
colored, somewhat bronzed face, and
eager blue eyes. | saw the latter
sparkle as he entered nv car and
glanced at me and / guessed by his
manner that he intended speaking to
me.
This will never do r. | thought.
"We have no knowledge of each
other. and have never been introduce
ed | must repel him"
| bowed very slightly and coldly
rs he lifted his hat, but he had al
ready begun to speak.
ado you know Miss Lucy Reeves ?
Il am her music teacher" | auser.
ed, CURLY and coldly.
His face fairly beamed.
"Ah " said he "once more, / beg
ten thousand pardons-good morning.
He bowed with Incompatible grace
and was gone.
Of this late interview spoke to no
one. L began to sleep badly and to
think too much. Was this |, Helen
Irving' If so, was that young lady
growing sentimental ! On the occa-
sion Of my next journey, my heart
beats time with the Earring train. The
tall, fair young man" did not ap-
pear, however but the old lady did
l went up to her saying
Ibid yod find your SOL that day.
eyes, nv dear thank We kindly