Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1894-11-29
lively reached forth and took, il from

ears deafening themselves TO the sar-
I easm of a strident voice, and looked at
her with eyes from whose lenses faded
the image of sancy, buxom beauty
Miss Emerson wound on, and on.
Once over Giles square shoulder she
saw Walls face peering in at them
] from the outside platform. demoni-
acal grin warped his handsome feat
ures, which disappeared an instant
later, and then
1 1t was not noticeable at first. Giles
/ sweet responsibility, his gentle willing.
ness to be consoled and entertained
by her; shut out all lesser sensations
LII was only when, feeling the train
| slacken in speed, she lifted her eyes
and peered over Giles shoulder, that
she discovered it, with bound she
was upon her feet, her hand grasping
the arm OF the man before her.
What Is it, Miss Emerson?" asked
Giles, unable to read between the
frowning lines at the meeting of her
delicate brows.
What is it, she echoed
START" and she looked toward the
place where his dark, bright, malevo-
lent face last Swallowed the frosty
pane. Giles followed her glance with
his own and cried out in establishment
The coach, In which they We're being
slowly brought TO a standstill, had
! been uneoupled, the rope detached and
themselves left to do what they might
under the eyasperating circumstances.
We'll, I'll be-"
NO, you'll not! You shan't be any
thing l can't be--and / won't be thatr'
laughed Miss Emerson, a bit hysteric-
ally. "Oh, Giles, I'm so sorry-for--
your
Sorry for me? Say, don't you be
that now. i haven't heard word
you've been saying for the last half
hour Miss Emerson may be ex-
cused for wincing slightly at this
stunningly honest confession-"but
I've been doing better n listening, I've
been making up my mind. All the
while your soft, bright voice was SEEM
ing TO blow little rainbow bubbles
through the air / was building scales
out OF my heart and soul to weigh
two women in.
Giles stopped and looked dreamily
out at the floating flakes that swirled,
and danced, and shot up again in the
wind, as though settling with their fell
lows on the soft, pure levels below
were the last of their intentions.
The snowstorm shut the two occu-
pants of the coach into little world
of their own. No landmarks were dis
cernible-their whereabouts a mystery
neither of them was in a hurry to
solve.
And you weighed them--with
mental, moral physical or spiritual
weights, Giles whieh?"
You're laughing at met cried the
young man, turning to face counte-
nance wreathed in smiles; but what he
dreaded he did not find. He met, in
stead, a pair of the sweetest humid
blue eyes In the world, their long
lashes moist, their dark pupils dilat-
ing.
Laughing at you? Can't you see
I'm--I'm crying at you? O Giles"
You've guessed it, then? YOU"
Giles, don't accredit me with that
much wisdom. ! teach school-but
only the primary grades; and as for
higher mathematics, / couldn't solve
the problem of any mans heart-not
even If he gave me for the unknown
quantity. oh, dear"
WHAT
The windows"
"Confound the windows
I'm do nothing of the sort. And !
consider il heartless Of you TO ask II
Of me-
"oh, bother the windows, then!
Miss Emerson"
"Well?"
II used all the weights you men
toned, / reckon"
"Well?"
physically, some one I've been
dumb fool about got ii; but other
ways"
"Yes?"
at balanced in favor Of mite Of a
woman with blue eyes, who blows
rainbow bubbles"
"Gilesr
"You did that sum pretty quick, Miss
Emerson. should think higher
mathematics wouldn't be any trouble
to you whatever"
Now, your laughing at me, Giles
Starr! Well, laugh, then! But remem-
Der you have yet your own problem to
solve"
.I've solved-and proved it." and
Giles voice grew tender and serious.
proved 1t by such kindness as never
receivd before: proved 1t by your
sweet sympathy and your tears--O,
Miss Emerson"
II think Giles" breaks in a soft,
happy voice, If you are so sure Of
the correctness Of your solution. that
Mary would be much more appropri-
ate than
"Mary-my darling!'
For three cold, halcyon hours they
watched for a sign of rescue, hoping
for It's delay. Mary told Giles the sim