The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1893-12-28

line up and came in neck and neck.
But OF course landed on the down
platform. l flew up the steps and over
the bridget reached the up platform
GREATNESS, hatless, but radiant.
Clara was just getting into Il first class
carriage.
Stumbled in after her and sank nant-
ing In the corner. She, seated Mt the far.
window, did not turn her eyes on mo till
the slow throb of the train betokened de.
parture.
Then she looked ut her fellow traveller
and blanched. We were alone in the car.
rage, and fear l had Il lunatic air.
Then she recognized me. Her face flush
ed, and she said:
"Oh, YOU" with IL delightful tighten
ing of eyes and brow and u. dimplin9 MT
tho corner of tho mouth.
81 had" l exclaimed pantingly, "to
run-to catch-thc trainr"
II suppose So" she said, leaning back
III her corner and smiling at wasn't
very wise to give yourself so little time
to do it i'll. Where have you sprung
from? Have you friends down here?"
IL have sprung,"I said, beginning to
recover myself, 'from the main limo
down, and am subject to II penalty not
exceeding e5 for awaiting myself of the
electric communication and stopping
that train"
why did you stop it, if one may ask"
on may ask, though the guard did
not. stopped the train because have
been looking for you for four wears. and
saw you on that platform. would
have stopped Il tiger or the march of
civilization on the same grounds"
moppedmy forehead furtively before
proceeding.
Il have been looking for you for four
years, SAID, Ito ask you to marry me.
Dear, never have even thought of mar
rylng any one else, and l have been look
ing for you all this time"
My flippancy, born of nervousness.
was deserving me. l leaned forward
earnestly
"Oh, how good it is to see your dear
face again!' said. This pays for all.
1t isl
"Stopr' she interrupted, still looking
down. 81 suppose you don't know was
married three years ago to General Per
lar!'
"Married!' l sank back sick at heart.
The train stopped and copy of The FL
nancial News got in, with a gentleman
completely buried in it.
That was an awful journey. 1 sat uu
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 | did
not want to hear, and Mrs. Peglar m
swcred me.
And The Financial News and it's occu-
pant sat opposite to me.
At Charing Cross, as handed her out.
she said in a voice that was not very
steady:
Wont you come and see me some
times? l live at the Red House. Hal
stead"
NO" said, chat would be too
much. l hope 1 shall never see YOU
again. Goodby," my sharp dsappoint-
ment lending vinegary flavor to nv
voice. Your mother, trust, is well?,
She did not answer. and Numbered
on:
IL regret to see that you are in slight
mourning. Not, trust'-
mo, no, nor she cried vehemently.
Mamma, ut least, is left to me. She
doesn't hate me because tried to do the
best for her when she was left penniless.
She knows thought l ought to marry
General Peglar. She knows how cried
and cried and wondered why you-whcrc
you
Clara stopped short.
"Goodby,' she said and walked down
the platform. I'm not in mourning for
my darling mamma, thank God! It's
for General Peglar, of course"
we went down into Charng Cross
garden, where the children and the spar
rows play and sat there in the sunshine,
hand i'll Observation-Disclosures Call.