The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1885-11-26
AT THE HORSESHOE BEND.

The l,arlOr car on the first lin" from
Philadelphia was comparatively empty
when the train pulled out of Harris
! burg. after stopping the usual twenty
! minutes for dinner. The three drum
mcrS had retired to the smoking room
for Il po>t-pran,liai cigar. and the only
other occupants of the car were a
young lady and 4 gentleman.
She was about 20, Il blonde, with
little rings OF soft hair falling over a
white forehead from beneath the
;urlrl-up brim Of a jaunty straw hat.
Her nose wA> what TrnnySon calls
'jp-titcd. Her laughing blue eyes re-
ln'l!rt against the otherwise demurc
expression Of her face, and the slightly
parted lips revealed a glimpse of pearl
L Ike teeth watch one could never asso-
ciat" with 4 dentists chair. Her neat
ti.rUr" was set off to advantage in a
li:1ht-titin~ light dress. and the cluster
uf ,.;trn;rt ions on her bosom bespoke 2
love Of nature.
Ih" Young man on the other side of
the aisle, Immediately opposite, evi
IDENTITY appreciated the points Of exccll-
rnrr in his fellow Traveller. He held !,
book in his haNH. but was not so alb
~urh",! in ii that he did not cast many
:: covert glance at the pretty face halt
turned toward the window in admira-
ton Of the scene. lie was bright
Young fellow, with dark mustache,
and n silk travelling cap thrown care
l,'~>ly on thc back of his head. In the
seat by his side was Il small sachcl,
which he had never let out of his sight
since leaving Philadelphia and upon
which he rested his hand most of the
time. 1t was easy to sec that he was
travelling on business, and that he was
used to il. lie Was as much at home
in the swinging chair as if he owned
the car and all its appurtenanccs, and
H." commanded the services of tn.
culnrt'i porter IN the OIL hand mamie,
characteristic of your experienced
Traveller.
"Wondtr what makes my fair neigh,
boz so iid~ety?' he was saying to him.
self. ''Secms to me something is troub.
ling hrr She looks awfully worried
N,t used to travelling alone, | guess.
May be she thinks there is danger OF
on: being attacked by train robbers OF
Indians. or something of that sort
She does not look like fool. though
There is !, good deal of intelligence III
that face.
The lady had been feeling in he,
pocket and had closely examined the
contents Of her hand-sachcl. drawing
thcrtfrOm Il handkerchief, vinaigrette
Il pair Of gloves, bundle of paper pat.
terms. some crochet work, and 4 few
crumbs of cake. The last she put in
her mouth in an absent-minded way,
signing heavily as she replaced the 9th.
cr articles. Then she tried to raise the
: window. In an instant the young man
was at her side, rendering his assist.
uncr She thanked him with glance
of her blue eyes.
AT what time shall we be at Al.
} toona9' she asked in a low, sweet voice,
III perfect keeping with her appearance.
''About I o'clock. We are a little
behind time
1--WE shall pass Horseshoe bend by
daylight, shall we not?''
Yes. Just about SHUTDOWN. You
have seen it before, of course?' he in.
terrogatcd.
, NO. have passed it several times.
but always in the dark. Papa prefers
! travelling ut night, to save time. am
making the journey by myself this time
and it is the first opportunity l have
had to enjoy the scenery
ALTOONA! Twenty minutes for sup
; peri
The young man hastily seized his
Sachcl and left the car, telling the por
; ter, as he passed him. to see if the lady
wanted anything. But she did not
She told the porter rather shortly that
she did not want any supper, and then
as soon us the man had disappeared
burst into tears. When the young mar
: returned in about fifteen minutes, will
stray crumb on his mustache and ar
aroma of coffee clinging to his clothes
he noticed that his travelling compan
ion eyes were red, and that she looked
generally disconsolate.
> docs not like travelling by herself
and feels lonely,' was his inward com
ment. as he settled himself in his Seat
: after placing his sachcl by his side anc
throwing paper bag of cakes dowl
with it.
The train started, and the youns
, man gradually let his book drop o,
bic Ian as his head sank back, hi