The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-11-21

like a living and moving street Win tNS
long array Of palace cars.
The occupants of the rear car were be
quilting the time in divers ways; some sat
looking out Of the window. though there
was little TO attract the eye in the mono
tony Of the vast rolling plain of sand
and snow. dotted with sparse growths of
sage-brush. which spread its hmitless,
trackless waste around TO east and west
and north and south. Some OF the ladies'
were amusing themselves with fancy
work. others reading paper-covered nov
els. most of the men had gone forward to
the smoling-car. when Evelyn Adair, rest
less and bored, and seeking a little change
If only from car to car, came IN from the
adjoining car. stepping lightly, sure-foot-
ed. and hardly needing the chivalrous con-
ductor's offered hand, across from one
end-platform TO the other.
Miss Adair was the pretuest girl IN the
Tamalpais car, and an object of attrae-
tiop and interest to her fellow-traVelers
not on that account alone. For little
bird had whispered the name OF the 1air
girl in the grey dress and blue ribbons eV-
erv one knew that it was the name OF the
hride-elect of Michael Scrope, the latest
millionaire of the mines, Familiarity known
as 'Rlack Mike" before he struck the
"bia bonanza" of Blue Lead canon, no"
pronoted to Mr.. Scrope. and the columns
of the society news had spread lar anu
wide that his chosen bride, MISS EVERY
Adair, was on her way TO san r ,-,e
whittier her father and the brldegrooIh
had nreceded her to make preparations IoI
me wedding. which was TO take place
Immediately and was of course 10 heuIe
-roongst the foremost of the Fashionable
functions of the season in the gay Golueh
City. .,,.,,, ,ar had
not spread the length OF the lrall' aio
Miss Adair passed through the rear car
,,nlrnovpn q. stranger to all but one. HAN
way down the long, narrow central pas
sage with the ranks of passengers read
inc working. chatting, on either Sue
girlish voice hailed her.
"Why. Evelyn!
ssVhv. Cora, is 1t your
A tall, dark haired girl had rlseh' tnIOW
taovvn her novel, and held out her halia'
1Tyai,,n Adair looked startled, and even a
11+t1a confused and taken aback, as they
exchanged greetings. -.
'sVhat a little world it isl Evelyn sdiu
hurriedly. who would have thoushI VI
seeing you here 80 VOL, >, 70
pIied Cora Power. Il read all ABOUT 1t III
the papers-where you're going and why
you're going with slsnllicaii' s4AiA-e
'And who is with your"
"Aunt Sophia-Mrs. Pratt, you know.
J1apa went on to san Francisco a week or
two ago. We are in the next car. men
fid Won come on the trian, and where are
you going| 49,, 49,.
we came on at Ogden last night. Going
through from ST Louis to Sacramento, TO
meet mother there. Not on such an inter-
esting errand as yours, smiling again.
let us 90 out on the rear platform"
presently suggested Evelyn, ''and get the
view-such view as there is. believe 1t ;
not allowed; that's half the charm.
do YOU mean to act on that principle
in the coming by and by?' laughed Cora
Power. If you do, Mr. Scrope will find
his work cut out for him"
They went out on to the platform, ana
stood holding on to the iron balustrade,
watching the smooth shining lines of rail
flv from beneath the wheels, the level
cleaning track narrow and vanish in the
distance There might be a general pro-
Inhibition of standing on the platforms, but
the fair and favored sex set lightly by such
prohibitions in the free far west. The two
girls stood there talking, and their talk
so YOU threw Harry over?' said Cora,
In her daring way. Miss Power was al
ways recklessly leaping the fences of dis
erection and rushing on to thin ice. Who
hut Cora Power would have Ventured to
say such words to Michael Scropes be-
trothed? you threw Harry over?"
mo, did not" replied Evelyn, some
what haughtily, flushing and holding her
fair head high.
TT looks like it," reioined Cora, unabash-
ed, when you are on your way to marry
Michael Scrope, and the wedding breakfast
being prepared for. What day is it?"
Saturday" answered the bride-elect in
a low voice.
Near enough, isn't it?" said Cora; for
this was Wednesday, and they were due
in San Francisco the following evening
Yes" said Evelyn, sitting a sigh
Shear enough?'
Just give you Friday to rest, and get
your trunks unpacked," observed Cora.
cheerfully. well, it's a splendid match
you're making, anyhow she added. look
ing at the girl curiously, and wondering
whether, If Evelyn knew all, or half, the
stories she knew about the bridegroom.
Whether, if Evelyn had heard them, she
could willingly have consented to be the
bride?
Poor, pretty Evelyn! Gentle as a fawn.
pure as a lily but. thought Cora Power.
too soft and simple a creature to take her
own part in life. She certainly looked
lovely, with her fair curls and flushed
cheeks. and vivid azure eyes; but did she
look the ideal of happy bride?
Il haven't congratulated you yet" Cora
went on, 'and yet you know you're the
best-to-be-congratulat girl in the state
of California"
Il suppose l am" replied Evelyn, COM
posedly, but Cora saw that the composure
was a thin veneer.
ITS the match of the season, of course;
one couldn't, or at least one oughtn't "a
be surprised at it, and yet, do you know
was a little surprised. remembering ou1
days at Manitou Springs"
Those days are better forgotten" re-
Joined Evelyn, quickly.
Yes, l hope poor Harry will have the
sense to see that" said Cora. undauntedly
dragging in that name again. He was
awfully cut-up when he heard the news
but as l told him, he couldn't expect
girl TO refuse the best match of the sea.
son for his sake"
HE had no right" Evelyn interrupted
her, flushing scarlet.
mo right to expect such thing? No
of course not. That's what / told him
But he thought you were the one woman
in the world who would be true-whc
could stand out against all temptations
be proof against all influences"