The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1893-11-10
1 believe, the second wind. and the main

l believe, the second wind, and the main
line up and 1 came in neck and neck.
But of course | landed on the down
platform. I flew up the steps and over
the bridge-I reached the up platform
breathless, hatless, but radiant.
Clara was just getting into afirst class
carriage.
1 stumbled in after her and sank pant
ing in the corner. She, seated at the far
window, did not turn her eyes on me till
the slow throb of the train betOkencd de-
parture.
Then she looked at her fellow traveller
and blanchel. We We're alone in the cur
riage, and / fear had a lunatic ali.
Then she recognized me. Her face flush
ed, and she said.
"Oh, your with 4 delightful tighten
ing of eyes and brow and q dimpling at
tho corner of the mouth.
Il had" l exclaimed pantingly. "to
run-to catch-the train!"
81 suppose So" she said, leaning back
in her corner and smiling. at wasn't
very wise to give yourself so little time
to do it in. Where have you sprung
from? Have you friends down here%
81 have sprung,"I said, beginning to
recover myself. 'from the main line
down, and am subject to a penalty not
exceeding e5 for availing myself of the
electric communication and stopping
hat train"
"Why did you stop it, if one may ask"
"You may ask, though the guard did
not. l stopped the train because 1 have
been looking for you for four years, and
L saw you on that platform. would
have stopped a tiger or the march of
civilization on the same grounds"
Imopped my forehead ~furtively before
proceeding.
81 have been looking for you for four
years. said, ''to ask you to marry me.
Dear, I never have even thought of mar
rying any one else, and 1 have been look
ing for you all this time"
My %fippancy, born of nervousness,
was DESERVING me. I leaned forward
earnestly.
"Oh, how good it is to see your dear
face again!" said. "This pays for all.
It is-'
"Stop!" she interrupted, still looking
down. 81 suppose you don't know was
married three years ago to General Peg
lar!''
"Married" l sank back sick at heart.
The train stopped and a copy Of The FL
nancial News got in, with a gentleman
completely buried in it.
That was an awful journey. I sat up
very straight and asked questions about
roses and the people who lived at Hal
stead and the prospects of the hops and
many other things about which I did
not want to hear, and Mrs. Peglar an
swered me
And The Financial News and it's occu-
pant sat opposite to me.
At Charing Cross, as I handed her out,
she said in a voice that was not very
steady:
won't you come and see me some
times? I live at the Red House, Hal
stead"
"No," I said, ''that would be too
much. I hope I shall never see you
again. Goodby," my sharp disappoint-
ment lending a vinegary flavor to my
voice. "Your mother, I trust, is well?"
She did not answer. and I Numbered
on:
II regret to see that you are in slight
mourning. Not, I trust
"No, no, mol" she cried vehemently.
mamma, at least, is left to me. She
doesn't hate me because 1 tried to do the
best for her when she was left penniless.
She knows I thought I ought to marry
General Peglar. She knows how 1 cried
and cried and wondered why you-where
you
Clara stopped short.
"Goodby," she said and walked down
the platform. "Im not in mourning for
my darling mamma, thank God! It's
for General Peglar, Of course"
We went down into Charing Cross
garden, where the children and the spar
rows play and sat there in the sunshine,
hand in hand.-Philadelphia Call.