The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1895-04-05

But it would have been the same, any
how. You IRE n perfect womnn."
Have you known me long enough
Yes, for any thing" said l.
Even to take five minutes to button
glove for me?"
1T is nearly donc," said I, undoing
the second button again. ''But can't
manage this ono. Now, if / had q
hairpin, l should be tho happiest-I
mean should be able to manage it,"
II am afraid my hair will como
down."
~ 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 good conscience"
she suggested.
''1t is not enough"
ooh, but you must give it to me-"
"Wcll." said 1, "I'll give it to you
when we get there"
Get whereof"
''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 Blnirs?"
My face fell Il little, but Trecoyered
in moment.
"Oh. we'll, said I, nodding my head,
you live quite near and we shall often
meet I'm going to stay month.
I'm not sure now it wouldn't be two
months"
I'm sure I 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 l. "Wc've
hundred-miles to go. And it's slow
train at that"
I'm afraid don't know what you
mean
I'm afraid" returned, shat am
being a little hasty, but"
"Unlcss I'm hnsty," she interrupted,
with laugh and a 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 thcrcr
1 cried, aghast. You're not going
even to the same statlon?"
I'm very sorry, but the next is my
station" l thought for moment. The
plot was not exactly what I had ex-
pected, but it might do as we'll. And
rose from my seat and took nv bag
down from the rack.
"a wire will put it all right" said
with cheerful nod. Its impossible
to leave you stranded alone at O way
side station like this
But l live here" she cried, CLEANS
Of wonder and fun in her blue eyes.
''Thcrc could be no other reason for
getting out at such place." said dis
dainfully.
And | slan't be alone" she con-
timed. "If | WERE
"Ah. if you were"
"Oh, well, but shan't be. I'm to DO
met"
That's rather mistake" adj
mitted
"By my husband" said she.
For moment 1 said nothing. The
train was nearly at standstill. The
lady looked out OF the window.
Its not treating nae quite fairly" 1
observed.
Eyes, there is George" said she. ''Oh,
you've not given me the hairpinr'
II never will" said I, in sad determi-
nation.
"Oh, very we'll"
But George was at the window. 1
will not describe him. 1 should prob
ably do him an injustice. George, from
outside, could have seen nothing but
slight graceful, distant bend of the
head. saw more, much moro; CLEAN
ing eyes, white teeth, everything in
the world. And voice said, quite in n
whisper:
Il wonder if those Blairs are nice?"
There was regret, longing wistful-
ness, in that whisper. George was out
side.
could but hold up my hairpin with
romantic air.
And the lady was gone!
Hang itr said 1 to myself as we
| rolled out of the station. Its only a
| short story, after all!'
But it wasn't n bad one.-London
| News.
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