Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1895-12-02

IL crashed into
the bonnet OF the woman in the seat
next him on that side; then lie leaned
over to the lett, and his derby crun-
pied the paper III which the crusty in
dlYldual on that hand was engrossed.
and the crusty individual. in turn.
Scowled at him. IT was Of no use. Hn
could see but her pretty hat and a few
waves of soft dark hair beneath it, two
small hands neatly gloyel, Il trim
waist; the tacowNs hidden by tho bluo
| backed novel that she was reading. So
he was compelled to stare diHconso.
lately at the binding and Mt the great
black letters thereon, which read: "a
Fatal Love-.
The guard thrust his head into the
car and bawled: 'ENexatol" The
door banged shut and Van Swolluu
again muttered: "Confound it and
Fourteen's mine"
He crGned his neck in an endeavor
to see over the top of the paper vol!
ume. But it was in vain.
Then n great hulkiuy Italian rot
right in the middle OF the aisle and
completely shut off his view. Van
Swellum was inwardly calling down
vengeance on his stupid head when
the train swung around the curve and
the man toppled over. There was Il
slight feminine scream. Van Swcllum
jumped from his place and picked "a
Fatal Love- from beneath the FOREIGN.
er's feet, and while the discomlitod
follow was pouring forth apologies il
broken English, he politely handed
the crumplcd volume to its blushing
owner. Then, for the first time, he
saw her face, and he was not disap.
pointed.
Beneath her wayy brown hair he
found broad white forehead, delicate
brown lashes, clear blue eyes,
straight, well cut nose, full rounded
cheeks pink with health and a mouth
when Van Swellum saw it parted in
n smile he fell back in his seat and
muttered: THANK you, my clumsy
Italian friend"
The novel hid the face from view
again, and he stared blankly at the
blue binding and lost himself in
Thought
"Plaguey pretty. Knew there was
something behind that book worth
looking at. Ia like to meet her. /
wonder whero she lives and who she
is. Nothing like her in our set. Now.
ii mother would pick ont something |
like that for me, / would be willing, |
But Angelica Billions; uehl Well,
money and beauty never do 80 hand |
in hand. What mouth! / really |
think she smiled at me when"
'I-e-e-n!" bawled the guard.
Van Swellum started.
"Fourteen?" he inquired of the
crusty individual next him. That per- |
sonage nodded stolidly at him in re.
ply. He jumped from hisseat, dashed
through the car and was Just in time
to force his way through the closing
gates.
lie threaded his way down the
crowded stairs and started up Sixth |
avenue. Suddenly he halted; then he
smiled and plunged on among the
crowd. Right ahead was the pink
shirt, the neat hat, the brown hair and |
a hand holding the blue backed novel.
''She must live around here"
thought the now excited Van Swellum.
''lf she does, I'll find where; and if /
lind where-adieu to all thoughts OF
Angelica Billions. Mother'll Licl, but
what's mothers kicking to sons
happiness. "
lie stopped. She had turned into
small shop. He would wait until she
came ont. He walked very SLOWLY,
until he foaud that he was gcttina
dangerously near the store. She might
discover him. lie wheeled about and
walked slowly back, frequently glanc-
ing about to see that she did not es-
,ape him. Ten minutes and she had
rot come out. Could she have seen
lim and escaped by back door? He
would find ont. He turned and walked
'apidlY up the avenue by the shop;
ne looked in the window and gasped.
It was a shock to Reginald Van Swell.
um. She had removed her hat and
vas seated on n high stool at a cashiers
iesk. He glanced at the sign above
.he door and read: "The Ruination
Dyeing Company" Then he NUT