The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1895-02-09

SIT was very curious. s. she remarked,
that I shouldn't have seen that as
often as unbuttoned one glove in
order to button the other I should
have"
cit is just what liked about you,"
I interrupted.
Il must have been thinking of
something e1se-''
s'Of course you were," said /,
proudly. you were thinking of me.
But it would have been the same any
how. You are perfect woman"
''Have you known me long enoughT'
eyes, for any thing," said /.
Even to take five minutes to but
ton glove for me?''
1T is nearly done,' said I, undoing
the second button again, ''but I can't
manage this one Now if I had
hairpin I should be the happiest-I
mean should be able TO manage it. s.
I'm afraid my hair will come
down
81 an in favor of risking that" I
observed.
She gave me hairpin. I buttoned
the glove with it and put it in my
pocket.
''My hairpin, please said she.
holding out her hand.
But am I tn get nothing out of
it?' 1 cried Indignantly.
1.-THE reward of a good conscience"
she suggested.
at is not enough
''Oh! but you must give it to me-"
t'Well," said I, ''rl give it to you
when we get there"
"Get where?''
s'Why, to the Blairs. of course.
How amused they'll be to find that
we've made acquaintance"
'But I'm not going to-where is it2
the Blairs."
My face fell little, but recovered
lin moment.
ooh, WE'LL" said I, nodding my
head, styou live quite near and we
| shall often meet. I'm going to stay a
! month. I'm not sure now it won't be
two MONTHS
''I'm sure hope you'll enjoy your
self" she said, sand find plenty of
gloves to button; but why-the trains
stoppingr'
another hundred-a whole splendid
hundred-miles to go. And it's a
slow train at that"
''Tm afraid don't know what you
mean"
Tim afraid" I returned, ''that I
am being little hasty, but -"
"Unless I am hasty," she inter-
rupted, with laugh and a blush, ST
shall be carried past my station. "
And she folded up her paper and took
hold of her parasoL
You're never going to get out
here!'' I cried, aghast. You're not
going even to the same station?"
+ ''Fm very sorry, but the next is my
station
I thought for moment. The plot
was not exactly what 1 had expe cted,
but it might do as well. And I need
not stand on ceremony with the
Blairs. I rose from my seat and took
my bag down from the rack.
s'A wire will put it all right" said
I, with cheerful nod. Its impossi-
BILE to leave you stranded alone at a
wayside station like this"
'sBut live here!' she cried, CLEANS
of wonder and fun in her blue eyes.
ssThere could be no other reason for
getting out at such a place." said
disdainfully.
sAnd I sha'n't be alone" she con-
tinued. IF we're"
''Ah, if you were-Y'
sob, we'll, but I sha' MT be. I'm to
be met"
That's rather mistake I adj
mitted.
''But my husband" said she.
For a moment I said nothing. The
train was nearly at standstill. The
lady looked out of the window.
Its not treating me quite fairly, -
observed.
Yes, there's George" said she.
sob, you've never given me the hair
pin"
ST never will" said !, in sad deter
mination.
''Oh, you're very"
But George was at the window.
will not attempt to describe him;
should probably do him an injustice.
The lady bowed to me politely.
George, from outside, can have seen
nothing but a slight, graceful, distant
bend of the head. I saw more; much
more; cleaning eyes, white teeth,
everything in the world. And a voice
said quite in a whisper:
81 wonder if those B1airs are nice!''
There was regret, longing, wistful-
! ness in that whisper. George was
just outside. I could but hold up my
hairpin with a romantic air.
And the lady was gonei
coi1 N ravca1f xro
| rolled out of the station. s'It's only q