Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1885-11-27
AT HORSESHOE BEND.

The parlor car on the fast line from
Philadelphia was comparatively empty
when the train pulled out of Harris
burg, after stopping the usual twenty
minutes for dinner The three drum
mers had retired to the smoking room
Tor a cigar, and the only other occu-
pants Of the car were a young lady
and a gentleman.
She was about 20, a blonde, with
little rings of soft hair falling over a
white forehead from beneath the
,urned-up brim of a jaunty strawNat.
Her nose was what Tennyson calls Up
lifted. Her laughing blue eyes re-
belled against the otherwise demure
expression of her face, and the slight
y-parted lips revealed a glimpse Of
1earl-likc teeth which one could never
associate with a dentists chair. Her
leat figure was set off to advantage in
tight-litting light dress. and the
cluster of carnations on her bosom be-
Jpoke love of nature.
The young man on the other side of
he aisle, Immediately opposite, evil
iently appreciated the points of excel
ence in his fellow traveller. lie held
book in his hand, but was not so alb
Iorbed in it that he did not cast many
covert glance at the pretty face half
urned toward the window in admira-
hon of the scene. lie was bright
Foung fellow, with dark moustache.
md silk travelling cap thrown care
essly on the back of his head. In the
eat by his side was small satchel
which he had never let out of his sight
ilnce leaving Philadelphia, and upor
Which he rested his hand most of the
ime. 1t was easy to see that he was
travelling on business, and that he
Vas used to it. lie was as much al
nome in the swinging chair as if h,
wned the car and all its appurtenan
ces, and he commanded the services o
he colored porter in the eff hand man
Ter characteristic of your experience,
raveler.
"Wonder what makes my fair neigh
Dor so fdgety?' he was saying to him
elf. Seems to me something i
roubling her. She looks awfuly wor
lied. Not used to travelling alone,
guess. Maybe she thinks there i
langer of our being attacked by trail
,obbers or Indians. or something 0
hat sort. She does not look like
fool, though. There is good deal o
Intelligence in that face"
The lady had been feeling in he
pocket and hal closely examined the
ontents of her hand-satchel, DRAWN
herefrom handkerchief, vinaigrettt
pair of gloves, a bundle of pape
patterns, some crochet work, and
ew crumbs of cake. The last she pu
n her mouth in an absent minde
way, signing heavily as she replace
.he other articles. Then she tried t
false the window. In an instant tn
young man was at her eide,-tteeAaede -tteeAaedeEia il
lis assistance. She thanked him wit
a glance Of her blue eyes.
"At what tins shall we be at al
toona| she asked, in a low, swee
voice. in perfect keeping with her az
9earance.
about ? o'clock. We are littl
behind timo."
eve shall pass Horseshoe bend b
layligLt, shall we not ?"
Yes. Just about sundown. Yo
have seen it before, of course?" he in
terrogated.
"No. l have passed 1t several times
but always in the dark. Papa prefer
raye'ing at night, to save time. l al
making the journey by myself thi
time, and it is the first opportunity
have had to enjoy the scenery"
"Altoonal twenty minutes for sur
per r
The young man hastily seized hi
satchel and left the car, telling the POI
ter, as he passed him to -
wantsa. II fhs lad
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