Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1893-10-20

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so did T. After little her ardor was
represented by only two letters
week; mine 10y the same number
This rate was continued for about six
months, when all of sudden she
/ stopped entirely, and I did likewise
Thus ended the same old story.
However, her eyes, her lips and her
figure had remained fresh in my mem
ory. Glancing once more at her across
the way felt almost certain that she
was Margic Fenton. There was slight
change in her figure, to be sure. She
had grown more plump, as healthy
girls are apt to do as the years go on;
/ her hair, too, WAS probably a degree
lighter, but that often happens with
the druggists aid. But the nose, the
ewes. the mouth, could not be mis-
taken in them. ''Yet, if it is she why
{ doesn't she recognize me?' asked
myself. "Surely she doesn't blame
me for breaking our summer engage
ment?" She evidently did, however,
for She never looked up from the book
she held before her, though she knew
that was 1ntently watching her But
this knowledge apparently caused her
no annoyance, for her face wore
roguish smile, which could not have
been provoked by the contents of her
novel. since she was processing to read
Jess" and was looking Mt the pages
near its painfully sad end. So came
to the conclusion that she was Margie,
quite willing to renew acquaintance,
but wanting for me to make the sd-
vance. This I was ready to do, for the
sight of her dear face aroused all my
old affection, and renewed the bonds
which [ wore with such pleasure in the
days gone by.
While ] sat trying TO muster MP
courage to address her, and Just about
the time [ had succeeded the porter
came through the train announcing,
/ Luncheon now ready in the dining
car :" The words acted upon my
divinity with astonishing CELEBRITY. She
dropped her book, utterly regardless
of her place, and rising from her seat
without even glancing in the mirrors
that are SO numerous in Pullman cars,
passed out with Il smile, but never -
look in my direction. My first i'm
pulse was to follow her, but on second
thoughts | decided differently. She
answered the porter's call with such
avidity reasoned that her hunger was
her first consideration for the nonce !;
and when girl is hungry there IS a
woeful lack Of sentiment about her.
SO I was still, framing conversation
for later use. thought Of many
pretty things to say; then l thought
Of many more. An age seemed to have
passed, but still she ate.
I glanced over raiiroad-guide
which was stuck in "a frame near the
door; then l glanced over it again
but she kept on eating l walked to
the other end Of the car and dropped
into seat which was occupied by a
newspaper, from which 1 read adver-
tisements-bu still she ate. locked
at my watch; she had been gone forty
five minutes. "How can so lovely n
creature have so vulgar an appetite:
/ [ said, almost aloud. why, l
wouldn't" A ray Of sunshine shiy-
cred the car. [ looked up, and there
she vas. gathered my courage,
gave hasty thought to my pretty say
ings, and with beating heart walked
up to her and said:
az beg your pardon, but are You not
Miss Fenton, Miss Margie Fenton, Of
New York;"
She gazed up into my face, and as
the color slowly mounted her cheeks,
and hundred little imps played
games in her eyes, replied: ''No; but
Ive been mistaken for her very, very
often"
was "set fiat back AS the ineie-
CANT but forcible colloquialism has IT
and could only stammer: "Par-
pardon me. Pray don't think me for
ward, will you?'
"My no, quite the contrary, Miss
Fenton was very pretty girl, and to
he taken for her is quite hattering.
She was also dear friend Of mine, and
/, If yoI were acquainted with her thal
is sufficient recommendation Won't
YOU he seated?' And here the hun
dred little imps tugged at her pretty
mouth until they had Orched it in q
most mischieyous smile. She removed
the books and boxes which Uttered the
seat beside her, saying that preferred
riding backward, which was the truth
Il wanted to study her face.
This she seemed to understand, foi
taking heavy veil from her satchel,
( she tied it about her face Just low
, low enough to conceal her eyes, giving
as an excuse for her action that th,
jarring of the train loosened her curls.
There is something mysterious about
, you, my lady, l thought, as | hastily
vloncod ~ bar tropc in the hone Of ac