Connecticut western news., 1895-11-14
THAT INTERVIEW.


 7 We were in Q parlor car on the Ca- nadian Pacific, 40 miles out of Moose jaw, and westward bound. I met three civil engineers, in the employ of the company, at Winnipeg, and we were chumming it to Vancouver
 "Not half bad looking said Parkin under his breath.
 "Deuced fine looking girl" said Gra- ham, with an admiring glance in the direction of the star passenger.
 tClean built and we'll groomed," !" muttered Clarke critically. 1T wonder how she talks"
 had been regarding the young wom m carefully. She was very pretty, but that was not alone what caused me to ,ransgress the rules of good breeding by staring hard at our charming vis-a-vis- Was it fancy? At any rate could have sworn that, as her eyes met mine over the top of the book. there was an ex- pression in them which said as plainly as words could have conveyed the idea, "I desire to communicate.
 It was like flash, this gesture of tho girl across the way, and possibly I might have been mistaken. Could she have been simply tossing back stray lock of the golden sheen that enveloped her handsome head? Perhaps-but then, that glance.
 'Let's go and smoke" said Parkin rising and making for the smoking com partment.
 ''I'll join you in a moment," said, and my companions filed out. As they disappeared down the aisle I cast Q guarded glance in the direction of the young woman. She had dropped the book to her knees and was leaning for ward slightly. One white hand lay on the plush covered arm of the seat, the other still separated the leaves of the magazine. Her lustrous eyes were gag ing straight at me. Her lips, parted eightly, seemed about to address me. Surely there could be no mistaking the situation, but still, I reflected, it was we'll to be guarded in such matters. Having filled my cigar case from box in my grip, preserving meanwhile what I have always flattered myself was an air of indifference, I made a move to re- join my companions. Then, with a qu k motion of the body, nervous gesture of the hand, she spoke.
 "I beg your pardon,'' she said. "I- er--that is-will you grant me mo- ment's conversation|"
 An, the voice was not disappointing quite the reverse I thought-well modulated, subdued, ladylike, in a word, but .unmistakably American.
 "I shall be profoundly honored, '" l answered, approaching the plush throne of my fascinating neighbor.
 "Pray sit down-er-that is-if am not detaining you," she went on, with the sweetest smile in the world, indicat- ing at the same time seat opposite her own. Coolest cheek ever encountered, !" was my silent reflection, but sat down and awaited developments. "It is so-er-such difficult matter to approach, she began in queer sort of way. "I wish we knew each other a little better, you know. Heaven send the opportunity" I spoke with all the gallantry at my com
 
 row money-father minister in Mont real, and all that sort of thing" thought, and then kicked myself for harboring such an idea. "f can be of any possible service, said, 'I shall be charmed.
 "Sir,' she replied, with an appealing l gesture, "you are able to render me an immense service-if you will But stay of course you consider my addressing | you in this manner an unpardonable i'm | pertinence. am an American, you know,'' she continued, with a quaint little pride in the saying of it, "and | (with a touch of heroics) a business woman."
 Pardon me-" ventured. "A lady can address a gentleman under almost any conceivable circumstances. ''
 Twill you, then, accept my card, she proceeded, offering Q tiny slip ot cardboard I took it and read the in scription. Margaret Stanford, Special Correspondent. In the lower left hand corner was printed in larger type the name of a we'll known San Francisco paper.
 "Ah, have heard of you, remark ed. I never had, but then it is the proper thing to say to 8 newspaper woman. She likes you all the better fo, it, although satisfied that you have lied Miss Stanford smiled graciously "That was nice of you," she said quiet ly, and then, without more ado, wen | at the hear, of her dilemma. Do you know the crown prince O l Austria?" she began.
 "No-I left Vienna when only and"-
 "Oh, please don't frivol," cried m, little friend from Frisco. Its too seri ous matter"
 I "What? Knowing the prince or no knowing him?"
 l "Both," she replied, with an air O l exasperation. "But listen. The Crowl
 Prince Ferdinand of Austria is on thi
 .rain. His car is special in the rear ours, and he is touring the Rockies.
 have been sent to obtain an interview with him, but my card has been return
 cd twice by Count Somebody or other , who is one of the suite. To all intent
 and purposes the prince has refused t see me-"
 "The idiot, ejaculated-"er-I- ' mean-the man must be insane e'
 "No," said Miss Stanford, ignorin
 my remark, "he's been talked to death
 that's all I overheard your converse
 ton and diacovered your profession \ You are newspaper man"
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