Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1891-07-25

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early, and. utterly exhausted. sissn ieIl
into a refreshing sleep. from wldch she
awoke In the night with the headache
gone.
Her first thought was OF Jack, and
her eyes opened wide with shame as
she remembered her rudeness TO the
man who had always Jecn so kind to
her. She recalled the panied, set look,
as he had turned away the evening be-
fore, and resolved TO ask his pardon
the first thing in the morning, when, of
course, he would forgive her and they
would be good friends again.
Morning found Gladys herself again,
sweet and pretty as ever; but no Jack
TO be seen. He had not come in TO
take breakfast with her, as she expect
ed. so she decided he must have eaten
at the station, which had been passed
early. before she was up.
After lonely little breakfast by her
self, she settled down comfortably with
a book TO read and wait for him to
come and make up.
The hours passed, however, and still
no Jack. His traps were still opposite,
so he must be on the train, probably in
the smoking room, where the other men
spent most of their time. She began
TO grow very indignant at his neglect.
ITO be sure, / told him never TO
speak to me again, bat he knew did
not mean it, " soliloquized Gladys; then
tossed her head and vowed she didn't
care what he did.
At luncheon time she saw him disap-
pear in the eating room without so
much as a look even in her direction.
Shortly after the train moved he saun-
tered carelessly into his section. Meet
ing her wondering eyes he gravely
bowed, then taking book, was to all
intents soon absorbed in it's contents.
Her heart seemed to sink a few
inches as she fully realized that he had
taken her hasty words literally, and
did not intend speaking to her. But
pride came to her rescue, and she was
apparently as much interested in her
work as he was in his.
The afternoon rolled on, and still
they read, never glancing at each
other. AS the train drew up at the din
ner station he threw down his book,
and, without word to the girl across
the aisle, went out talking and laugh
| ing with one of the men.
Gladys, who had not left the car
that day, tilnidly asked the old ladies
If she could go out to dinner with them
and was promptly taken under their
wing After dinner Jack staid in the
smoking room playing cards.
Then, as the shadows darkened so
that she could not see to read, Gladys
spirits fell to lowest ebb. Turning to
the window, but seeing nothing of the
fast darkening landscape, she gazed
steadily out with fast filling eyes, She
realized and confessed then to herself
how much she had missed Jack all day.
On the train flew into the darkness.
The car lamps were lit and berths were
being made up all around her. More
and more lonely and low spirited she
grew. Tomorrow morning would bring
them to Omaha, where her friends
would meet her. She would go one
way, Jack another and he would never
speak to her again. The last thought
was too much for her, and by this time
she was crying softly but bitterly in the
corner, with her face still turned to the
window.
All, Jack, deliberately staying away
all day from willful little Gladys was a
diplomatic stroke of yours
Suddenly some one leaned over her
and said softly, "Why, Gladys, home
sick alreadyp
Startled, she turned quickly, and with
a joyful little catch Of her breath
dashed her handkerchief over her eyes
and answered shyly, mo, Jack, only
lonesome, and I'm sorry l was so
rude yesterday"
He sat down, screening her from any
prying eyes, and said very low, "Gladys,
darling, were you crying because I've
been such an unmanly beast today"
The pretty head dropped lower-but
no answer. Jack glanced around; no
one was looking. Taking her hand he
said; "Gladys, once more l ask you to
be my wife. If you say no, l shall
never trouble you again, but shall take
the first train home from Omaha to-
morrow, a dis@ pointed man. Which
Is it dear, yes or nor
Still no answer.
''Say yes, dearest" pleaded Jack,
with his lips dangerously near the fluffy
bang.
An almost imperceptlble nod was all
the answer he got. But it seemed to
satisfy him. Gently raising her head
he stole kiss, just in time to escape the
porter's inquisitive eyes as he came up
blandly asking the young lady if she
was ready TO have her berth made up.
Blushing furiously, the young lady
said yes, she was ready; so pressing her
hand warmly, Jack whispered, "Good
night, love, " and left her, well satisfied
with the result of his journey. Jessie
Howell Hull in Overland,