Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1891-06-13
A PULLMAN CAR WOOING.


the Oakland mole.
Time: $50 p. m.
Enter elderly gentleman, carrying small
valise and large hamper. Following him
two ladies, evidently mother and daugh-
ter. Daughter in dark blue travelling cos
tune, with large bunch of violets pinned
to front of her jacket; is a pretty, slen-
der girl of about 16. Both laden with
flowers, books, and numerous small par
cells, which they deposit in section
nearest middle of car. The following
conversation ensues:
GLADYS, dear. am really worried over
your taking this trip alone Had you
not better wait day or so, to see il we
can hunt some one up to accompany
your"
@Oh, no, indeed, papa. It was unfor-
tunate that Mr.. Wilson was taken i'll so
suddenly this morning, so that Mrs. Will
son could not go with me this afternoon,
but you see I'll have to start to-day to
reach Omaha in time for Clara's wedding,
especially as I'm to be bridesmaid. You
and mamma must not worry, for | shall
get along all right alone.
In the meanwhile other passengers
come in and find their respective sections.
The engine toots warningly. A few more
kisses and hurried instructions, and papa
and mamma are gone. The train moves
off, slowly at first, then with increasing
speed carries her farther and farther away
from the two worried souls she had Just
left.
Gladys felt a little frightened at the
prospect of this, her first long journey
alone, and kept her face turned toward
the fast flying but unnoticed landscape,
for the blue eyes behind the long veil
were blurred with tears.
Her thoughts flew back to her parents,
now on the way to their home in San
Francisco. She knew how much they
would miss her-the only child-though
she was going to stay only few weeks
with her Omaha friends. She thought,
too, of some one else who-well, some
one who was also left in San Francisco
Finally, turning to inspect her fellow
travellers, she thought the few men and
fussy old ladies looked very uninterest-
opposite was q valise and mans ulster,
but the owner was not visible. She then
turned her attention to the books, candy,
and flowers piled up in front of her. She
read, smiled over, and tucked away in
her bag the cards and tiny sealed notes
hidden in the candy boxes or attached to
the bouquets.
Time passed, and with reckless little
yawn Gladys glanced at her watch and
found it after 8. The porter Just then
announced that stop will be made now
at Sacramento for dinner.
Gladys thought of the bother Of un-
packing the neatly strapped hamper for
just one meal disliked the idea OF going
out at the station alone wished Mrs. VIII
son had come, then decided to dine on
candy, as she was not very hungry.
At the moment familiar form came
up the aisle, and in second a tall, hand
some young man was standing near with
outstretched hand. A gleam Of amuse-
ment was In his dark eyes as he quietly
said, How do you do, Gladysi"
A delicate pink colored her cheeks as
she shook hands, and answered him with
surprised and rather cool, Why, Jack,
where did you come from?"
From the smoking room, where I've
been for the last three hours, ever since
came in, and found you 80 wrapped up
in the scenery you did not see me, he
replied, moving some books away and
sitting beside her in the most matter of
course way.
where are you going, Jack p
@To Omaha, GladyE"
g. ~~l<1 - -
aPartly business - partly pleasure.
Business, to take care Of you; pleasure,
to be with you, he answered concisely.
@Now, Jack, you know that is very fool
ish, after"
LAST night, when you refused me
again. Yes, know; but you see can't
help being foolish. Was born 80, guess,
said Jack resignedly.
Dead silence followed this for about
two minutes. She looked steadily out of
the window, while he gazed absently at
the bald head Of man Q few seats in
front.
Then he broke the silence by leaning
toward her and saying in soft and per-
suasive tone, Gladys, won't You recon-
slider what you said last night2r
Looking around nervously TO see If any
one could hear, she answered, No, Jack
please don't go over that again, for it
won't do one bit of good.
He looked disappointed; then picking
up her jacket, said, well, we're almost
TO Sacramento. Come, let rs go out to
dinner.
Gladys rose quickly, glad that she did
not have 10 dine ON candy after al; and
while helping her with her coat Jack
casually remarked:
You have lots OF flowers.
yes, and these lovely violefs- they