The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1895-06-08

Even to take five minutes to button
q glove for me?'
at is nearly done," said I, undoing
the second button again. But l can't
manage this one. Now, II | had a
hairpin, / should be the happiest-l
mean should be able to manage it"
II am afraid my hair will come
down"
81 am in favor of risking that" OBJ
served.
She gave me hairpin and but.
toned the glove with it and put it in
my pocket.
my hairpin, please" she said, hold
ing out her hand.
'But am to get nothing out of it?"
cried, Indignantly.
1.-THE reward of n good conscience"
she suggested.
st is not enough"
"Oh, but you must give it to me-"
"Well," said I. "I'll give it to You
when we get there"
Get where?"
"Why, to the Blairs, of course. How
amused they'll be to find that we've
made acquaintance"
But I'm not going to the-where is
it?-the Blairs?"
My face fell little, but l recovered
in moment.
sob, WE'LL" said I, nodding my head,
you live quite near and we shall often
meet. Pm going to stay a month.
I'm not sure now it wouldn't be two
months"
I'm sure hope you'll enjoy your
SELF" she said, land find plenty of
gloves to button, but why-the trains
stopping!''
''All right, all right" said 1. "We've
| another hundred-a whole splendid
hundred-miles to go. And it's slow
train at that"
I'm afraid I don't know what you
mean"
I'm afraid" returned, shat I am
being little hasty, but"
UNLESS I'm hasty." she interrupted,
with laugh and blush, II shall be
carried past my station"
And she folded up her paper and took
hold of her parasol.
"You are not going to go out therer'
| I cried, aghast. You're not going
even to the same statlon?"
I'm very sorry, but the next is my
station" thought for a moment. The
plot was not exactly what l had ex-
pected, but 1t might do as we'll. And
rose from my seat and took my bag
down from the rack.
"a wire will put it all right" said
with a cheerful nod. ''It's impossible
to leave you stranded alone at a way
side station like this"
But / live hereT she cried, CLEANS
of wonder and fun in her blue eyes.
There could be no other reason for
getting out at such place." said dis
painfully.
"And / slan't be alone" she con-
tinued. "If were"
"Ah. II you were"
''Oh, well, but shan't be. I'm to be
met"
That's rather a mistake" / ad.
mitted.
"By my husband" said she.
For q moment / said nothing. The
train was nearly at standstilL The
lady looked out of the window.
"ft's not treating me quite fairly"
observed.
"Yes, there is George" said she. "Oh,
you've not given me the hairpin!"
'Inever WILL" said /, in sad determi-
nation.
"Oh, very we'll"
But George was at the window.
will not describe him. should prob
ably do him an injustice. George, from
outside, could have seen nothing but a
slight graceful. distant bend of the
head. saw more, much more; CLEAN
ing eyes, white teeth, everything in
the world. And q voice said, quite in a
whisper:
~ wonder IL those Blairs are nice?'
There was regret, longing wistful-
ness, in that whisper. George was out
side.
Icould but hold up my hairpin with
a romantic air.
And the lady was gonel
"Hang I'll" said to myself as we
rolled out of the station. 'It's only q
short story, after ALI"
But II wasn't bad one.-London