Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1893-11-04

say then | thought Of many more.
An age seemed to have psss,d, but
still she ate.
| glanced over a railroad guide
which was stuck in a frame near the
door; then I glanced over it again,
but she kept on eating. | walked to
the other end of the car and dropped
into seat which was occupied by q
newspaper, from which l read adver-
tisements-but still she ate. / look
ed at my watch; she had been gone
forty-fiye minutes. "How can so
lovely creature have so vulgar an
appetite ~ / said, almost aloud.&
"Why, | wouldn't" A ray ofsun-
shine shivered the car. l looked up
and there she was. | gathered my
courage, gave hasiy thought to my
pretty sayings, and with beating
heart walked 10 her and said:
81 beg your pardon, but are you
not Miss FeAton, Miss Margie Fen.
ton, of New York 7"
She gazed up into my face, and as
the color slowly mounted her cheeks,
and hundred little imps played
games In her eyes, replied mo J;
but I've been mistaken for her very,
very Often"
| was 'tset fat backr-as the incl
egant but forcible colloquialism has
it-and could only stammer: spar
don me. Pray don't think me for
ward, will you ?"
"My no, quite the contrary. Miss
Fenton was very pretty girl, and
to be taken for her is quite fatter-
tering. She was also dear friend
of mine, and if you were acquainted
with her that is sufficient recommen-
dalton. Won't you be seated Pr
And here the hundred little imps
tugged at her pretty mouth until
they had arched it in most mis-
chievous smile. She removed the
books and boxes which lifted the seat
beside her, saying that I preferred
riding backward, which was the truth,
wanted to study her face.
This she seemed to understand,
for taking heavy veil from her
satchel, she tied it about her face
just low enough to conceal her eyes,
giving an excuse for her action that
the Earring of the train loosened her
curls.
There is something mysterious
about you, my lady, I thought, as
hastily glanced at her traps in the
hope of ascertaining her name. She
watched me closely, and just as my
eye caught sight of the little silver
plate on her hand bag she reached
for it and placed it plate downward
in her lap. Her object was SO appa.
rent that it embarrassed us both very
much, but being a man / recovered
more quickly than she, and set a
trap.
"You snatched that satchel as tho
| were a thief, Miss-Miss-"
She took the bait. mot Miss at
ALL" she replied, shut Mrs.-Mrs.
Tommy Trenton Trix."
''Then you are married. And
half my interest in this pretty wo-
man went out with the question.
"Yes; and MISS Fenton was at my
Wedding She was silent moment
and then continued 81 believe, too,
that that was the last social event
she ever attended"
There seemed to be touch of sad
ness in her voice. All kinds Of hor-
rible things suggested themselves 10
my mind The love Of the summer
Of 1888 came rushing upon me with
cyclonlc force. With a gigantic ef-
fort I managed to ask: rs she
dead |?
Mrs Tommy Trenton Trix raised
Der veil and solemnly answered:
"No; married"
s.To whom?v
Those hundred little imps were
now holding high carnival. Her
eyes beamed; her pretty lips were
parted with impish mirth ven the
dimples in her cheeks seemed 70 smile
as she measurcdly replied
ITO Mr. Tommy = Trenton
Trix."
"Then you we're" But here the
dining car man entered. crying =.
Last call for luncheonln
I hope Mrs. Tom my Trenton Trix
| did not hold the watch on me, for
was gone for many, many hours
Sorrow is good bit like a cat-it's
rather hard to drown. That's what
kept me SO long.-Frank Leslie,
Weekly.