The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1891-09-01

again, for l will not marry you. Go
away, and don't speak to me at all. "
Then the aching head dropped YEARLY
back on the pillow.
Jack paled, took the half enptied cup,
and walked silently out of the car.
That was the last she saw of him that
night. Shehad her berth made up early,
and, utterly exhausted, soon fell into
a refreshing sleep, from which 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 been so kind to
her, She recalled the panied, set look,
as he had turned away the evening
before, and resolved to ask his pardon
the first thing in the morning, when if
he would forgive her and they would be
good friends again.
Morning found Gladys herself again,
sweet and pretty as as ever; but no
Jack to be seen. He had not come in
to breakfast with her, as she expected,
50 she decided he must have eaten at
the station which had been passed
early, before she was up.
After a lonely little breakfast by
herself, 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,
50 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.
TO be sure, l told him never to
speak to me again, but he knew l did
not mean it, sOlilOquized Gladys; then
tossed her head and vowed she didn't
are what he did.
At luncheon time she saw him disap-
pear in the eating room without sOmuch
as a look even in her direction. Shortly
after the train moved he sauntered
carelessly in to his section. Meeting
her wondering eyes he gravely bowed,
then taking a book, was to all interest
soon absorbed in its contents.
Her heart seemed to sink a few
inches as fhe sully 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 rs much interested in
her book as he was in his.
The afternoon rolled on, and still
they read, never CLAN ing at each
other. AS the train drew up at the
dinner station he threw down his book,
and without a word to the girl across
the aisle went out talking and laughing
with one of the men.
Gladys, who had not left the car
that day, timidly asked the Old ladies
if she could not 80 out to dinner
with them, and was promptly taken
under their wing. After dinner, Jack
stayed in the smoking room playing
cards.
Then as the shadows darkened 50
that she could not see to read, Gladys
spirits fell to the 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 wiIlful little Gladys was
a diplomatic stroke of yours!
Suddenly some one leaned over her
and said softly; why, Gladys, home
sick alreadyI"
Startled, she turned quickly, and
with a joyful little catch of her breath
shaded her handkerchief over her eyes,
and answered shyly: "No, Jack, only
lonesome, and I'm sorry I was sc
rude yesterday"
He sat down, screening her from any
prying eyes, and said very low
"Gladys, darling, were you crying