The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-03-24
MISS BAXTER'S CAREER.
Why She Consented to See It
Through Woodson's Eyes.

Why She Consented to See It
Through Woodson's Eyes.
The dining-car was in simmer of
light The dead white of heavy linen,
the opalescent CLINT of glassware aud
the quiet CLEAN 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 a moment, dazed by this
lavish waste of color. Then she hast
ened to draw the curtain and throw
the blue square of shade over her cor
ner Of the table, signing as she settled
down again and all the painful scene
of the evening before came surging
back.
She felt half 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 question was still undecided
when she pulled herself together with
a visible tremor and turned to the
menu card. Dining-car breakfasts arc
not timed to wait on the settlement Of
subtleties in ethics, particularly after
the steward has made the ''last call"
In the few minutes Miss Baxter had
been in the car she had not noticed
her companions. AS she raised her
cta o. al I 20 g.
face dimly taking shape across the
table.
She had removed her glasses and was
about to press her handkerchief to her
eyes, but she put them resolutelY on
again and looked fxsdly through their
misty crystals.
"Mr. Woodson. where did you come
from?" she demanded at length. as his
well-known features gradually took
definite shape before her.
Woodson did not speak at once. He
was noticing how her hair would tum-
BILE down in hayward ringlets in spite
of her efforts to keep it staidly back,
and how her cheeks persisted in dim
ping, however resolutely she closed
her lips together. Then he said:
From New York, of course. Does
my dress suit look as though I'd
boarded the train in these rural pre-
cincts? l thought you knew the cut
better
do you mean to say that you've
been on this train all this while-after
after last night?" Miss Baxter asked
with slightly heightened color.
Guessed it the first time Woodson
exclaimed, Frightening. 81 tell you,
Grace, you should have gone into the
law instead Of art. You'd have been
great on cross-examination."
''Never mind, Mr.. Woodson; you
seem to forget that 1 prefer to make
my own career-we've discussed that
before, however. And SO you've seen
on this train ever since l have?" she
refectively.
"a little longer, in fact But now,
see here, small girl" Woodson went on
with great deliberateness, shaking out
his napkin into his lap and gazing in
tently into the blurred blue depths of
Miss Bakers glasses; ''see here, now,
do you suppose just because girl iilts
me"-Miss Baxter here interposed a
deprecating gesture-''yes, / repeat It
Do you suppose because girl jilts me
and have reason to believe is going
to the ends of the earth to get where
she will never see me again, that my
sense of responsibility ends till Eve
seen her safely where she wants to go
to! No. Eve made New York uninhab-
liable for you, and shall make what
l can by chaperoning you to
Colorado or Kamschatla or wherever
order for breakfast"
Harry. you're cruel You know Mr..
Fleming was going out there for the
color, and thought IL would be good
chance to continue my outdoor work"
Fleming! That prig, Well, DIDN'T
know before that he was going. see
there is still more reason why should
go now-and stay"
But l forbid you doing any such
foolish thing"
ITO tell the truth. Grace, / thought
Of staying all the time-of going into
some other business there"
why, you never told me of it be-
fore"
We'll. never thought of it tin after
lef. you last night Then it occurred
to me j might go into the sheep or cat
tie business or something like that"
AT Manitou?"
why notY'
Its a summer resort"
$50 much the better. I'd only be
there in the summer, anyhow.
Harry, you're a trifler.''
We'll, can peel an orange, anyhow
If you'll allow me-" Woodson ex-
claimed. taking from her hand the one
she was making q sad mess OF
Harry, can never forgive you for
doing this" Miss Baxter concluded.
after moments contemplation Of the
whirling blur OF green through the car
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