The DeLamar nugget. [volume] (DeLamar, Idaho) 1891-1900, 1894-05-12

0---~---N-J 49, AAA ~ cA4S VI
= gentleman.
Nothing, sir-unless the wester
h express is heard rom"
9 Mrs Esterhall began to be littl
{ frightened.
Conductor, said she, SIS there an
danger of collision?"
i mo, ma'am-not as long as we're o.
this size of thu stitch"
/ isn't there dining car attached to
this train?'
mo, ma'am-this isn't the through
express, but hope we shall not be de-
] tained here much longer the conduc-
tor cheerfully added
Slowly the minutes dragged them
selves by, gradually lengthening into
hours. The passengers gathered in
knots and whispered. One or two of
the more adventurous spirits got out
peered into the darkness, fleclsed only
by the driven snow, and then got ia
again, with the customary uncompli-
mentdry comments on the railway
management Mrs. Esterhall was ner-
vous aad unaccustomed to travel She
began to cry softly behind her veil.
"Ah," she thought IF ever live to
get safe home again, I'll stay there
Ill never tempt Providence more, on
these night roads"
Across the aisle two young girls were
seated-thc one pale-faced and ra her
plain, as Mrs. Esterhall had already
noticed by the light of the clnster of
lamps under which they were seated;
the other brilliant young brunette,
with soft hazel eyes, peachy cheeks,
and wavy dark-brown hair. brushed
carelessly back from low, broad fore
head. Presently the latter rose, and,
coming to Mrs. Esterhall's side, asked
in soft, sympathetic voice:
Are you i'll, madam"
''N-no," stammered the old lady,
quite .orgetful of her society dignity.
Only am SO faint and weary. | en-
pected to dine at home, long before this
hour; and took almost nothing to eat |
before l started"
81 have some nice, homemade chicken
sandwiches in my bag" suggested the
pretty girl. my aunt insisted on my
taking them. although Idincd heartily
before leaving home; and have little
alcohol lamp with every convenience
for making a good, strong cup of tea as
well Ii you win allow me to prepare
it for you"
Mrs. Esterhall was q genuine tea
maniac. A new brightness came into
her eyes at this suggestion.
you are very kind, said she. But
you will want it yourself"
No" smiled the girl It don't care
for tea But my kind old aunt would
put the things il. Now am glad that
she did so.
In five minutes Mrs. Esterhall had !
eaten and drunk and felt infinitely re- :
freshed. How it happened she did not
pause to question herself, but she pres
emily found herself reclining comfort =
IDLY, with her head on pillow impro-
used out of the folded blanket shawl
hat belonged to the young girl; and,
mingled with her drowsy reflections, y
anne the soft, low murnurs OF the
weet-eyed brunette. who had changed a
Ter seat and that of her companion to y
he one directly back of Mrs. Ester p
all, and was talking almost in
Whisper. fc
NO, l am not going back; and do s.
OF intend to communicate my address u
} anyone
Not even to him?" a.
mo, not even to him" til
"But he loves you, dear" We
"Yes; and that is the very reason l
n determined to create no dissension
tween him ard his friends Perhaps
; will forget me-" fo
she will never do that"
"But at least I shall feel that have of
ne my duty, " said the hazel-eyed girl,
.mly. 81 shall love him to the end of -,
S days, but shall not have ruined -
5 future"
'And all this" cried the companion, b,,
ut of Difference to the wnims of an a.,
woman whom you have never seenl' -
Out of Difference to his mother
ice," gently corrected the first -
.aler. lut
What a quixotic notionr' dreamily -.
sed Mrs. Esterhall. But she has an :,
ceilent icea of duty, this dark-eyed
lie girip' qua
That is you, all over, Fife! said the ~.
md. You are always effacing your ny
in favor of some one else Here ~
/ are giving all your tea and sand Il
'bes to person you have never ~
lrd Of, abandoning your seat to ~
n little We man with crying baby, vas
ause it is a trine nearer the stove tobc
!, to cap everything, giving up the
n you love and who loves you, be-
Sc" ur
Because it is my duty" said Effie. Won,
ease, Alice, don't let us discuss the retu
tier any longer 1t is because l love Ion,
+ that | am wiling to sacrifice every ~,
. ~ 80 '''Ae' -, clos
Esterhall, sitting suddenly up. ~
t, of course, there are other Guys s.r