The Van Buren press., 1897-04-03

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% pz- foo soss. but never q forget.
- thinks: Harrisburg. Wsreaea
there Al 80 he goes 70 New YORK
and III never know who be ="
He thinks: Just TO think. All this
time together and never word Her
iceberg colaness, though. Is TO blame
She signs: MY appetite's gone.
He gets mp. Well. that's all I can Dc
for the internal man.
They 90 into the sleeper.
She sits down and looks gioomily out
Of the window.
He, al the other end Of the car, looks
at her.
Its Just a shame that can't know
him and talk to him II love were all
I wonder Il be has read that sweet story.
The Prisoner OF Zenday She bali
closes her eyes and muses.: IF love
were all, II love were ALL Oh, II Il
orlY yTeretr She suddenly sits up erect
and clasps her hands.
He thinks: "I'1l 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 yiolets; those are dead"
She thinks: I'll just throw these
dead things out Of the window. There.
and Alex Vaughn gave them 10 me.
How. nice thought him. and yet I've
scarcely given him thought for two
days. And here's this box. Candy al.
gone. Mckenzie did look sad when he
gave it to me. as be told me good-by al
the depot. Well, I'll throw that out OF
he window. Therel Now I'll steal 3
glance at him. All. writing q telegram.
aud the porter waiting for it. l won
der what It is? There, he's signing his
name. I wish could see II. might ask
the porter TO let me see his name. But
10; that wouldn't do. Positively, I'm
getting as weak as wateri"
"Ha, Now we'll have a little sur.
prise party. my lady. Iguess she thinks
I'm a milksop. This will give her q
little better opinion of me. however"
Lays back his head and closes his
eyes.
She steals glance at him.
Going to take nap, or posing for
my benefit. Certainly has fine face.
Such a lovely high forehead and we'll
shaped nose and mouth and chin! Oh,
he's sweetl'
shes looking at me now, I'll wager
my life. Look ahead. You won't see
me- much longer Wonder if she is real
ly looking at me? I'll just wake up sud-
denly"
She bushes and turns her head.
Goodness! he caught me that time.
know I'm blushing fearfully. | really
must be more circumspect!"
lie closes his eyes again and laughs
softly to himself. 'Ha, my lady, caught
you that timel Gad believe it's more
pleasant to feign sleep and have beau
tiful woman admire your physiognomy
than to sleep and dream about beau
t,ful women. | still feel her eyes upon
me. I'll wake up suddenly again." lie
opens his eyes. She is, however, look
ing ont of the window.
bah. that was my Waterloo"
He 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 glanees back at her. But
she resolutely keeps her head bent as
she gets her traps together.
He fingers a moment. then moves on
end boards the New York express.
She soon quits the car and is installed
in the Washington train.
The bell sounds and her train begins
10 move. just at that instant a depot
porter comes rushing through the car.
Ia his hands he holds magnificent
bunch of La France roses. He catches
sight Of the young lady in gray, dashes
up 10 her. thrusts the flowers in her
hand, and, pointing through the win
dow, rushes out
Mystifled, she holds the flowers at
arms length; then, following the GEES
ture OF the porter, she looks out the
window.
just opposite her is another train,
moving slowly out from the depot On
The back platform stands her fellow
traveller.
Their eyes meet. He smiles slightly
and, raising his gloyed hand, doffs his
silk cap.
She smiles a quick, nervous smile,
bushes and bows TO him. Then she
buries her crimson face in the flowers.
"Oh, wasn't 1t awful! must be more
circumspect." And as the trains di-
verge wider and wider apart he stands
there, his eyes fixed upon the window
until all semblance OF the fair one is
lost.
Then, going into the smoker, he lights
a cigar. "Well, my iceberg did melt,
after all. Girls are queer creatures. -
Leslie's Weekly.
jim DUNCAN COULD TALK.
HIS Persuading Tongue Used in n