Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1894-08-31
THE WE'LL.
"Forgive me, but is your name Charles

the low lying lands of North Cambridge
shire.
The old lady sits back in the luxurious
first class carriage with puzzled look.
81 am afraid | have been staring Mt
YOU" she explains unnecessarily, lever |
since Kings Cross.
Il noticed it, replies the young man
pleasantly.
The old lady mods in a comprehensive
way, indicative of mutual understand
ing arrived at satisfactorily.
at is" she explains, because you re-
mild me of person | once knew-a Mr..
Charles Herriot l see now, of course, that
YOU are not he. You are bigger, and
like the expression of your face better, II
an old lady may say So"
ANY lady is welcome to say that and
more" replies the young man, with
twinkle in his melancholy eyes. He folds
his newspaper and courageously battles
with an air of resignation, which never
theless is quite obvious. No more Oh Inc
Field for him, he reflects.
~ am very glad it is only resem blance.
Dear me, what pace this train goes at
hope the engine driver is sober am
gladtyou are not Charles Herriot, because
do not approve of him. He is young
man | dislike intensely-a young man
whom, if / were man instead OF an old
woman, should want to kick"
IF can be of any use TO you '-begins
the big youth and is interrupted by
laugh which is wonderfully silvery still,
despite the silver hair.
"No. thank you. l dare say that fate
will do il for me. He has retired from the
precincts of my life-forever, | hope. He
never did me any harm. Why is that en-
CINE driver whistling so annoyingly' DO
YOU think he sees train in frontY'
~ hope not"
"No. he never did mo any harm, but he
spoiled the life of the dearest girl l know,
just to crafty his own vanity. oh, the
vanity of you men"
The young man has opened the paper
again. He is studying an advertisement
of a macintosh riding apron, with
vague smile.
"He was rich-disgustingly rich-and
| suppose he fell in love with the dear girl
according to his lights. She refused him
| admire her spirit still when think OF II
for she had every one against her-even
her own mother-the very person VINO
ought to have saved her from him. oh,
some women are horrid. Have you moth
err"
Eyes"
II am glad TO hear it. am very old
woman. so you need not be afraid of my
curiosity. never repeat anything-never
possip-never, never. That whistle again
am GLAD your mother is still alive. She
must be proud of you. Respect her. | al
ways tell young men that. | should like
to warn young women-against their own
mothers. But it wouldn't do. l never
make mischief. / know n great deal about
my neighbors. But ] am well-a per
feet well. "
The young man Is looking up from his
newspaper The twinkle Is in his natu
rally melancholy eyes again.
II was telling you about Charles Her
riot-wasn't Il"
Yes"
The melancholy eyes drop suddenly tC
The Field again.
"Well. he could not get her by fai
means. so he tred-the other thing. H'
engaged the mother-horrd woman-oI
his side. He presented poor Edith till he
life was burden TO her. He did meal
things He spread reports that they were
engaped-a cad call him. Did you sa.
anything
"No-I only coughed."
: But YOU nave no DuSluteS w tpuSh
/. What can YOUR mother be thinking of
o Now, you take my advice and buy som
black currant lozenges, or perhaps 1t
;, | stomachY'
i Possibly" admits the young ma
] gravely
/ "Well. you know there was somebod
else all the time-the poor girl was break
', ing her heart for him. know it-she toll
u me. | cannot remember his hume now
r Reginald-Regnald somebody or Other
a The great BOBBY believed what he hear
q and never moved n finger. The girl coul
! not 20 and tell him that she loved him,
ii was some idiotic idea of honor-nc
e spelling sport, or whatever they call /
l. Men are so stupid. So he went away
n the Cape or somewhere. 1t was only III
dav before yesterday | saw her-poor CIR
She looked quite old-it was four yeal
II ago-but very sweet and pretty. She
3, living with her horrid mother in tow
r The train is going to stop, isn't ity hoI
~ they'll get another engine driver. D."
- Il hope so, " said the young man gray
ly.
r, :" went on the well. 81 remen
A. Der now who he was. His name was lie
10 riot. too-Rcginald IIerriot-his young
- brother What station IS thisi'
- - PetefDOfO.
II. "But you are not going 20 get outf'
IN eyes, " answers the young man gravel
err collecting his possessions; u am. ! a
; going back to town from hereby Il
~ next train.
VI Il am sorry" says the old lady gr
ne ciously. ave were having such,a pleasa
9. journey. But perhaps we may me
I'd again"
,n II hope So" says the young man fro
Il the platform
ed "Oh the train IS going Goodby Con
ly and see me I'm London. My name IL +
he neuil-Lady Faneuil. "
te And mine is Reginald Herriot. Geo
ho by"
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~ embrace of an octopus can have any id
ne Of them, said j. L. Iarkins. Il w
n bathing at one dime oil tho Florida rec
f. when suddenly felt something cold al
!, shiny touch my leg and begin to enclr'
IT. The sensation was not that OF pal
d. but similar 10 that experienced when
lai are falling under the influence of pow'
il ful opiate. Then long arm reached