Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1884-10-03
THE NOT IMPOSSIBLE SHE.

"A yOuAS Lidu was pdCllS lmpdGlcuClV
up and down the platform of the pretty
little station at Appleton. The month
was June; the time was $3.50 q. M;
the train was late; the young man
was annoyed and impatient. It was a
delicious morning; warm, but with Ger
tain delicate little cool fiutterings in the
air, that lifted the leaves and whispered
that comfort dwelt out-of-doors under
the trees, and not within in the protec-
ton of darkened rooms The little park
about the station vas trim and fresh.
To the east lay the broad Hudson, wind
ing down, not to Camelot, but q place
infinitely more interesting to the impa-
tient growler at the station, who eagerly
scanned the bulletin each time he passed
it. as if hoping to see some change in
the announcements: Train from the
West late two hours and thirty-fve min
utes." Toward the north there were
glimpses of clean, white houses, and one
or two church spires, and beyond them
larger and pretentious country houses
suggested wealth and luxurious sum-
her retirement. The little station,
much to the disgust Of the Appleton
people, had been placed, not at the vii
lage, but where, in the Judgment of the
railroad, the village ought to have been,
and would be some day.
Presently something happened. There
was a little hustle of expectancy among
the two OF three men who were in
charge at the station. The telegraph
agent dropped his paper, shut himself
up in his private coop, and after some
click, click, clicking, called out an I'M
Ineligible phrase, which, in its turn,
reused a sleepy official, who strolled out
to the platform and began gazing va
cantly toward the north. Then a low
line of smoke and then a whistle an
nounced what the official proclaimed in
stentorian tones to be the "'Commoda-
ton for Welby."
\ From the accommodation for Welby''
there alighted one passenger at the
Appleton station. This was a graceful
young girl, an old-fashioned sort of
pretty girl, with gentle blue eyes, dressed
all in a bridish gray. The young man
Of the cagged-hyena prance, @pEeoccupied
Welby," did not even glance at her.
She walked through the station, looked
'helplessly about with the distressed air
of u%ntraveled womankind, deposited her
satchel on a seat, and approached the
window of the telegraph Office, now
closed and deserted. CALAMITY at
length asserted itself, and Mr.. Fred
Rylance, the impatient, begged to know
if he could be of any service.
Eyes, thank you" (blushing and
t~imorously); 'Iwant very much to send
. message"
''Oh, very well; the man will be back
directly. If you will write your mes
sage on this blank, I'll give it to him
when he returns" He handed her a
blank as he spoke, and a delightfully."-
sharpened pencil from his pocket.
She hesitated a minute, then, with
much embarrassment, asked: "Wnl
you be so kind as to write it for me?
l-can not-writc."
With great self-possession Mr.. Rylance
restrained a movement Of surprise, and
dashing down the date waited for the
message.
'It's to Edward Ferris, Lowell. Iwant
only to say that I came safely, and that
I'll let him hear from me as soon as ]
reach Riverview."
'.Mr. EdWard Ferris. LoveW:
Reached here safely on time. Will
communicate from Riverview."
I" Communicate is a stroke of ge-
MUS" thought Nh. Rylance.)
'tDo YOU wisk to sign it?"
''Oh. yes. Dolly Ferris.
BY this time the operator made his
appearance, and after the message had
been intrusted to him, MIR. Rylance fol-
lowed Miss Ferris to her seat, and said,
with an amused smile: If you're go
ing to Riverview you are certain to meet
me. Miss Ferris. The young ladies at
Rivervicw are my nearest and dearest