Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1897-04-22

The Prisoner 81 GenGa7 S;1c Lalf
closes her eyes and muses.: "If love
were ALL If love were ALI Oh, if it
only were!" She suddenly sits up erect
and clasps her hands.
He thinks: "1'I never see her again
and yet perhaps will. The world is
very small"
She thinks: 81 wonder what he's
thinking about? I'm sure he's looking
at me-"
He thinks: "Pity she hasn't some
fresh violets; those are dead"
She thinks: "I'll just throw these
dead things out of the window. There!
And Alex Vaughn gave them to me.
How nice 1 thought him, and yet I've
scarcely given him a thought for two
days: And here's this box. Candy all
gone. Mckenzie did look sad when he
gave it 10 me, as he told me good-by at
the depot. Well, I'll throw that out Of
The window. There! Now I'll steal n
glance at him. All, writing telegram,
and the porter waiting for it. ! Won
der what it is? There, he's signing his
name. wish I could sec il. mghtasIi
the porter to let me see his name. But,
no; that wouldn't do. Positively, I'm
getting as weak as water!"
TIA! Now we'll have little sur
prise party, my lady. Iguess she thinks
I'm a milksop. This will give her a
little better opinion of me, however"
Lays back his head and closes his
eyes.
She steals glance at him.
Going to take a nap, or posing for
my benefit. Certainly has a fine face.
Such a lovely high forehead and we'll
shaped nose and mouth and chin! Oh,
he's sweet"
"She's looking at me now, I'll wager
my life. Look ahead! You won't see
me much longer. Wonder If she is real
~ looking at me? lust wake up sud
denly"
She bushes and turns her head.
"Goodrcssi he caught me that time. I
know I'm blushing fearfully. I really
must be more circumspect!"
lie closes his eyes again and laughs
softly to himself. ia, my lady, l caught
YOU that time! Cad! IEelicve it's more
pleasant to feign sleep and have beau
tiful woman admire your phys;ognomy
than 70 sleep and dream about bSau-
tiful women. 7 still feel her eyes upon
me. III wake up suddenly again" Tic
opens his eyes. She is, however, look
ing out of the window.
"Dah! that was my Waterloo"
lie gets up and goes into the smoker.
The train pulls into Harrisburg. lie
is the first to leave the train. AS he
passes out he glances back at her. But
she r5solutcly keeps her head bent as
she gets her traps together.
He fingers moment, then moves on
and boards the New York express.
Sh@ soon quits the car ard is installed
IN the Washington train.
The bell sounds and her train begins
to move. Just at that instant depot
Porter comes rushing through the car.
Iii his hands he holds a magnificent
bunch of La France roses. He catches
sight of the young lady in gray, daShcs
up to her, thrusts the flowers in her
hand, and, pointing through the win
dow. rushcs out.
Mystiiied, she holds the flowers at
arms length; then, following the ges-
ture OF the porter, she looks out the
window.
Just opposite her is another train,
moving slowly out from the depot. On
.he back platform stands her fellow
traveller.
Their eyes meet. He smiles slightly
and, raising his gloved hand, doifs his
silk cap.
She smiles a quick, nervous smile,
bushes and bows TO him. Then she
buries her crimson face in the flowers.
ooh, wasn't it awful! Imust be more
circumsYcct" And IS the trains d.
verge wider ard wider apart he stands
there, his eyes fixed upon the window
until all scmblance of the fair one is
lost.
Then. going into The smoker, he lights
a cigar. "Wall, my iceberg did melt,
after al. Girls are queer crsntuTes.'-
Leslic's Weekly.