The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1892-05-29

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. I'm street car. He
H l. was doing the
asJe-Ss<& same thi e .
They had never met before, and this
could hardly be called meeting. ex-
cept as it became one later on. UP and
down the car She glanced in a cursory
way, taking slightly critical notice of
f her fellow passengers, until she came
to the 'hc" mentioned above. This
was her inventory of his outward per-
soma. points: What tall, thin man!
Rather smart looking, too. only he don't
look exactly we'll poised. / guess ho
knows what nerves arc. Am sorry
for him, especially in this city of rush
and worry and cool-headed competi-
tors"
Then our little critic turned her at
tention to the Nation" in her hand.
He took his turn at criticism, and
summed her up in this manner: Cool
little body, that; rather guess she
wouldn't jump at n mouse. How COM
Portable she looks! little and plump and
strong! I'll warrant she marches
straight on through the world and
knows what she is marching for. every
time. How I hate my nervous sys-
tent"
And he turned his attention once
more to his morning paper.
Gracious what jerk! And how
those horses were rearing and plunging,
as even street-car horses will, and keep
ing up the jerks!
Every man in the car sprang to his
feet and helped to form blockade in
the doorway. Every woman sat still
know you will think this is contrary
to the usual order of things. but | was
there, and know. 1t was only balk-
ing, fractions horse, and the men slow
ly took to pieces the blockade and
stood along in the car. stretching their
peclSS to see how the matter would end.
And where do you think our hero stood?
On no less place than our heroine's
feet. Unconsciously, it is true, but
without any abatement of weight for
all his Inconsistencies.
Perhaps" she said, in minute, in
her cool way, perhaps if you got off
my feet and sat down, you wouldn't get
hurt"
How he colored, stammercsl out his
plea for pardon, and jumped aside with
such alacrity that he knocked against
another man, who stood as he had
stood minute before. only, with no
feet under his own.
Hello, Bob" was the exclam alton
that answered his knock Don't quite
anpihlatc mel" and the next instant he
1iftad hic hat with
morning, Miss Ronald" to our little
heroine. Then he talked minute with
each, and at last said: "As you two are
near neighbors, and old friends of mine,
/ think you should know each other.
Miss Ronald, Mr.. Waldo"
Both bowed; she with q sly twinkle
, in her eyes, and he with so red blush
Z sthat one did not think of noticing his
eyes at nll. That was the beginning,
and subject for meditation, in differ
ent ways, for both.
A few mornings later. as Miss Ronald
was standing on her corner waiting for
her car Mr.. Waldo came out of his
clearinghouse door for the same car
Good morning, Miss Ronald.
1.-The same to YOU" was the reply,
land it is a good morning. sure enough.
B One can hardly believe that there will
be any more cold. dark mornings before
9summcr."
They chatted pleasantly all the way
down in the car that morning. and she
found out that he was lawyer with a
good deal of worrying business on hand,
and too strongly sympathetic interest
in his clients. He found out that she
taught school; and he imagined he could
sec how coolly she did it. His magma
stion was not very wide of the mark.
She mildly insinuated that she took
boys up by the nape of the neck and
dropped them out of the window; and
that she combed the girls hair with the
pointer. by way of gentlest modes Of
correction; but he felt free to doubt the
litcralncss OF her confession.
IF you think could help you to pass
an evening pleasantly, should be glad
TO have you try it, any evening in my
home," were the words with which she
left him one morning, as the car stopped
ut her school corner.
THANK you, should be pleased to
try" was his hearty response.
"Humph!" thought the mutual friend
who had introduced them, things are
getting on! Well. he is mighty nice
fellow, and steady, cool little body