The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-10-18

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opened the throttle, the engine began
to labor, and by the time the last Car
had reached the end of that vast
Jersey City shed the train was at full
speed, bearing it's precious freight to
the worlds fair.
Unlike most men, I travel without
either a silk skull cap. a smoking
jacket, a buster. or pair of homemade
slippers, for my street clothes and
etceteras are comfortable enough. and
even # they were positive torture, all
possessing vanity forbids that should
make an uncomely spectacle of my
carefully adorned person, as some care
less-of-appearance sybarites are wont
to do in their journeyings. So, with
out wasting time in getting into des-
habille, sank into the unoccupied seat
and viewed the passing landscape I'M
til my head began to ache. Then
turned my attention, not to book.
but to my fellow passengers, in the
hope of finding among them pleasant
companion-maleo or female, 1t did not
matter which. The one l could smoke
with and win money from in friendly
game; the other could flirt with and
spend money on for dinner, bon-bons,
fruit and novels. So I let my eyes
wander.
Sitting directly opposite me was a
girl One glance was enough to tell
me that she was divine in features,
form and dress. OF course, having
glanced once I glanced again, and at
the second glance thought detected
something familiar about her. Where
had seen her? The third glance solved
the question.
Five years ago. when twenty-one. I
spent the summer at Richfeld, and
there met Margie Fenton. Margie was
fair, with laughing eyes, cherry lips,
and figure of willowy grace. Margie.
too. was r,ch-or, at least her father
was. Can you blame me for falling in
love with her?
All, what a summer we spent! Rides,
drives, dances, dinners, luncheons, ten
mis-, moonlight rambles and. best Of
all, long talks in dark corners where
hands were clasped and vows of eter-
nal love were exchanged. And SO We
lived in elysium, the pleasures of
each day married only by regret that
its passage brought the season nearer to
its close.
September 25 was the day set by the
Fentons for their departure l had to
stay longer because my mother, SUI
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book, SO wished. Shall ever forget
the day? The train left in the early
forenoon. and with it went the sum
shine of my life. leaving me inconsol-
able. My only comfort was in writing
letters. This l did at the rate of FIVE a
day for one week; but as Margie wrote
only seven in that time, /, fearing that
l would annoy her, dropped to the same
number. We kept it up for two
months. Then she began to skip day
now and then, and SO did L After a
little her ardor was represented by
only two letters a week; mine by 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 men,
DRY. CHANGING once more at her across
the way felt almost certain that she
was Margie Fenton. There was
slight change in her figure, to be sure.
She had grown more plump. As healthy
girls are apt to do as tho years go on;
her hair, too. was probably degree
lighter. but that often happens with the
druggists aid. But the nose. the eyes,
the mouth, could not be mistaken in
them "Yet, il it is she why doesn't
she recognize me?" / asked myself
Surely she doesn't blame me for break