Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1897-03-11

C-6A Al my SdVCueI.
He does seem to be so nice, but we
can't always tell; men are so deceitful. .
Well, well, / believe I'm going to
have right pleasant trip in spite of
the weather. I'm getting deviIish hun
CRY, though. I'll just stroll into the
/ dining-car.'
There, he's getting up again. I do
| believe he's coming back here to offer
rue that paper. Such impudence!"
He passes down the aisle. Cad! she
looks as naughty as queen. Do believe
she thought 1 ETas going to speak to
| her. Queer creatures, women" And he
goes into the dining-car.
She collapses. Dear me, he didn't
| speak to me after all. He would have,
| only looked so indifferent-that l
know. 1 must be very circumspect.
| Men will take advantage of the least
thing"
The next morning the snow has
ceased falling and the sun is shining
with great warmth. There is a certain
! languor on her cheek as she sits across
the car waiting for the porter to make
up her berth.
He is there, too. looking thoughtfuIly
out of the window.
Breakfast is announced. but he waits
until all the other passengers have fled
out. When he reaches the dining-car he
| finds only one vacant place. 1t is at the
| same table at which she is sitting. The
waiter conducts him to it and he sits
down.
"Devilish embarrassing! Sit here like
| two dumb idiots and look at anything
but at each other. would speak to her,
but she seems so confoundedly cold.
She could freeze mercury. Propriety!
What is propriety, anyway, I'd like to
know? Some fool comes along-he may
be a blackguard-but he knows both of
US, and he says: Miss So-and-So, let
me present Mr.. So-and-So?' Then we
talk each other blind with perfect pro-
prietyi"
She thinks: isn't it terrible! So
near me! I'm sure my cheeks are as
red as beets! I know 1 can't eat a
| thing, and was so hungry"
She folds her hands and rests them on
| the end of the table.
ga lovely hand, by Jove! As slender
and white and soft, warrant, as a
fairy's.''
She signs audibly: eff that breakfast
would only come! 1 feel so silly sit
ting here"
He grows restless: by CAD, will
speak to her-iceberg or no iceberg!"
But at this juncture breakfast is
served and his opportunity for the time
being is gone.
She signs and takes up her fork.
He sweetens his coffee and the train
piunges on.
He purposely finishes when she does,
| and together they arise. He holds open
| the door for her.
She acknowledges the courtesy with
4 graceful bow and flushed cheek. Her
heart is beating strongly when she
again reaches the sleeper.
Somehow some subtle something has
passed between them, and her cheeks
are pale, and the forms and faces of the
men she has lately met out have no
place in her memory, and the music of
the "two-step" no longer rings in her
ears.
Their eyes had met across the table
and fingered little longer, perhaps,
than twas necessary. Orwell, and their
hands, in reaching for the salt-cellar,
had touched. What thrill
He doesn't try to analyze his feelings,
but goes into the smoker and lights a
cigar.
When he again enters the sleeper his
eyes fall upon her great mass of auburn
hair as she reclines with her hat off;
ard then as he comes up the aisle he no.
tees the softness of her cheeks, the
slender hand upon the white temple.
the graceful form, and it seems to him
for one instant that he has a right to
go to her and speak. But he passes on
and takes his seat. And she, sitting
there waiting for him to come, feels her
seEses reel when she hears the sound
of his footsteps; and as he passes, the
fragrance of the cigar smoke that lin
gers about a mans person comes to her
as she closes her eyes, overcome with
variety of delightful emotions.
He sits with his face half turned to-
ward her, looking out of the window.
she's a fine creature-fine creature!
I don't believe she's so cold, after ALL
wonder what she thinks of me, any
way? l need a shave like anything
rubbing his chin); look like a wild
man. L guess I'll just look over that
magazine in my grip, and then it will
be the most natural thing in the world
for me to hand it to her"
She thinks (sighing): He certainly
is interesting. I wonder if he talks
we'll? Such an air of the world about
him, 1 like that. He's no innocent
A man with history, I'm sure He's
about as Indifferent as / am. though.
All, reading a magazine! Let's see
Cleaning slightly forward); why, this
months century. l have it in my
satchel. I'll just get it out. He might
think I'm behind the times"
He thinks: well, I've looked through
it, but don't know anything I've read
tclearing his throat). Well, I'll offer it
to her; here goes. Cad. she's reading
the same number! That's no go; I'm
done up on that round" CThrows the
magazine down on the seat in front of
Kim and softly whistles to himself a
selection from "Faust.")
She thinks: ''He turned all the way
around and was smiling. ! do believe
he was going to say something! Won
der what made him change his mind?
These magazines are so stupid"
(Throws it DOWN.
That night they change at Chicago.
he had l,eeD in homes that ba 1,,iubt no