San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-04-20
vexins Interruptions That Tired the Soul
of Young MIR. winterbottom.

OF Young hr. WlnterbOttOm.
The voice of the young man had tremu-
lous, vibrant quality, and glow like that of
a June sunset spread over his face as he took
the vacant seat by the side of the young
woman and greeted her joyfully.
This is an unexpected pleasure, Miss
Beanie" he said Il did not know you were
on the train. | am not presuming too much,
| hope, in rejoicing in the anticipation of
delightful trip instead of the long, tiresome
journey of half day that had resigned
myself to suffer when | came aboard"
Certainly not, Mr. Winterbottom," she
replied, and the observant young man noted
an Increasing quickness in the futtering
movements of the feathers and hummadld-
dies the travelling hat of his fair compan-
ion not due altogether TO the jar of the train.
Her heart is beating faster" he said to
himself; but even in the rapture that thrilled
his frame and ,tingled to the end of his fingers
at this discovery he felt he had taken a sneak
ing advantage of he7 and learned something
he had no right as yet to know.
For months Cyrus Winterbottom had car
ried in his heart the image of the lovely girl
who now sat by his side. For months he had
hoped that the time sand the opportunity
might come when he-bWt let US not antici-
pate.
The train Numbered along over rocky
gorges, around the base of precipitous cliffs
and down into spacious valleys upon which
the promise of glorious spring was already
showing itself in a landscape that glowed and
smiled Beneath the ardent rays of the sun.
But the young man needed not the panorama
of SURPRISING loneliness that was unfolding
a;t IL bod ~
deter to look at.
Miss Vanilla" he said, with beating
heart, as he braced himself with super
human effort, this may seem an inoppor.
tune moment for the confession | am about
to make. but am inpelled by feeling can
no longer resist. My heart hungers for"-
"TicketsI'
TWAS the conductor who spoke.
A shade of annoyance crossed the brow of
the young man at the interruption. He pro
duced his ticket, handed it to the official, and
in aJfew moments resumed:
II was about to'say that have carried in
my breast burden can bear no longer 1t
is for you to say whether must suffer still
heavier one or whether life shall have q, new
meaning for me henceforth- Vanilla Beane,
| loven-
"Caramels, peanuts, figs, gum" inquired
the train boy.
mol" said Cyrus, shortly. "Have you ever
felt that the time must come sooner or later,
Vanilla, when
Life of Jesse James," suggested the
train boy, returning to the attack; maya
zines, latest railway guide, Robert Els"
Il tell you | don't want anythingI" ex-
claimed the exasperated young man. May
/ tell you what is in my heart, Vanilla2 l.
No, sir; don't know what the next station
is, sir, and don't carel-I have looked for
ward to the time, my own Vanilla, when
could summon the courage to tell you how
inexpressibly, dear to me you are, and to ask
you if you will be my wife. WHIP
There was a sudden crash. A broken rail
had thrown the train from the track The
car rolled down the embankment. At the
first wild lunge of the coach Vanilla Beane
had seized the young man about the neck
with convulsive clasp, and though the pas
sengers were cavorting and plunging from
floor to ceiling and ceiling to floor in the care
less, unstudied freedom of motion and absence
of all ceremony that may always be observed
IN an affair of this kind, she did not lose her
self possession.
"Cyrus Winterbottom, she shrieked into
his ear, with the resolute, fearless, let-no-
guilty-man-escape voice of a young woman
attending strictly to business, "r'-
Bang
"Win'-
Thud
BE your
Crash
"Little"-