Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-12-13
LOVE AND PAINT.
Why Miss Baxter Gave Up He1
 Chosen Profession.

The dining car was in a shimmer o1 light. The dead white of heavy linen, the opalescent glint of glassware and the quiet gleam of silver trembled to- gether in the swift motion of the train. Miss Baxter, who had but recently left her berth, dropped into seat and leaned back moment, dazed by this | lavish waste of color. Meanwhile, the | insistent sunshine took liberties with | the dull brown of her severely brushed | hair, ran burning fingers through it, and edged it with coquettish gold | Then she hastened to draw the curtain and throw a pale blue square of shade over her corner of the table, signing as she settled down again and all the painful scenes of the evening before came surging back.
 She felt half a notion to lay her head on the table and cry outright. She glanced down instead and fingered her ring-his ring-while her glasses grew misty. She wondered whether she should have kept the ring, now that it no longer meant anything. The ques' tion was still undecided when she pulled herself together with visible tremor and turned to the menu card Dining-car breakfasts are not timed tc wait on the settlement of subleties ln ethics, particularly after the stewarc has made the Hast call"
 In the few minutes Miss Baxter hao been in the car she had not noticed her companions. As she raised her head, she was startled to see familiar face dimly taking shape across the table She had removed her glasses and was about to press her handkerchief to hel eyes; but she t hen put them resolutely on again and looked fxedly through | their misty cry stals
 "Mr Woodson, where did you come from?" she demanded at length, as his well-known features gradually took definite shape before her.
 'From New York, of course. Does | my dress suit look as though I'd board | ed the train in these rural precinctsf l I thought you knew the cut better"
 Do you mean to say that you've been on this train all this while-afte1 after last night?" Miss Baxter asked with slightly heightened color.
 Guessed it, the first time," Woodson exclaimed, brightening. "I tell you, Grace, you should have gone into the law instead of art. You'd have been great on cross-examination." | 'NeVer mlnO, MT. WOOOSOhI y SCOh to forget that prefer to make my owr career-we've discussed that before, however And so you've been on this train ever since have?" she concluded rehectively.
 "A little longer, in fact. l made 2 mistake and got here half an hour early-read the timetable backwards hence these clothes. But now, sec | with great deliberateness; shaking ou his napkin into his lap, and gazing in tentlv into the blurred, blue depths O. Miss Baxter's glasses. ''See here, now | do you suppose just because a girl jilt me- Miss Baxter interposed depre eating gesture-''yes, I repeat it. D. YOU suppose, just because a girl jilt me. and have reason to believe is go ing to the ends of the earth to ge where she will never see me again that my sense of responsibility ends til I've seen her safely where she want to 20? No, I've made New York unin habitable for you, and 1 shall mak what amends can by chaperoning yo' to Colorado or kamschatka or wher ever it is you are going. Now wha shall I order for breakfast?''
 "Harry, you're cruel You knov Mir Fleming was going out there fo the color, and l thought it would be o good chance to continue my outdoo !. work"
 / "Fleming! That prig! We'll, didn' know before that he was going. SC there is still more reason why shoul go now-and stay"
 But I forbid your doing any sue foolish thing"
 'To tell the truth, Grace, though B of staying all the time-of going int some business there"
 "Why, you never told me of it be , fore"
 , Well, never thought of it till afte
 I left you last night. Then it occurre
 to me 1 might go into sheep or cattle c
 something like that"
 n. "At Manitou?"
 "Why not?'
 OoI "It's a summer resort"
 ''So much the better. I'd only war " to be there in the summer, anyhow" 10 ''Harry, you're triler."
 "Well, can peel an orange, anyho b, if you'll allow me-" Woodson e: ID claimed, taking from her hand the or
 she was making a sad mess of. Ib Harry, I never can forgive you fc doing this," Miss Baxter conclude II after moments contemplation of u
 whirling blur of green through the c'
 window.
 Well, never could forgive myse
 if I hadnt-and there it was," he a IT serted, dispassionately, laying u
 pulpy, broken sphere of the orange b
 fore her.
 It IS quite jaunt from Manhatts
 to Manitou; but one morning they e |. changed the cushioned weariness Ve- the train for that blue hollow of u hills, with it's gayly-colored roofs al :Ob gables showing here and there I
 the canyon, like a scattered troop
 butterflies. Then life became one lol on breath of delight. What color the
 wasl The earth seemed hung in sor
 rarer medium than common air. T.
 yellow cactus blossoms were like fax