Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1897-04-15
s.How tall, and dark, and manly!"

Fine color. Wonder II it's natural z"
''I would love to know what he is,
Those checkered trousers are a little
loud"
She's as cold as an iceberg, though,
I'll bet"
He'll be speaking to me next. I'll
have to be very circumspect."
II wonder If she's well supplied with
magazines and periodicals? have sew
eral in my satchel."
''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 a right pleasant trip in spite Of
the weather. I'm getting devilish hun
CRY, though. I'll just stroll into the
dining-car."
There, he's getting up again. ! dc
believe he's coming back here to offer
me that paper. Such impudence!"
He passes down the aisle. "Gad! she
looks as naughty as queen. Do believe
she thought I was going to speak to
her. Queer creatures, women" And he
goes into the dining-car.
She coHapses. ''Dear me, he didn't
speak to me after all. He would have
only I looked so indiferent-that ]
know. 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 thoughtfully
out of the window
Breakfast is announced, but he waits
until all the other passengers have filed
out. When he reaches the dining-car he
finds only one vacant place. It 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. Iwould 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 blackguard-but he knows both OF
us, and he says: Miss So7and-So, lei
me present Mr.. So-and-So?' Then we
talk each other blind with perfect pro.
prietyl"
She thinks: "Isn't it terrible! Sc
near me! I'm sure my cheeks are as
red as beets! / know can't eat q
thing, and was 50 hungry"
She folds her hands and rests them on
the end of the table.
IA lovely hand, by Jove! AS slender
and white and soft, warrant, as q
fairy's."
She sighs aud bly,: "If that breakfast
would only come! 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
plunges on.
He purposely finishes when abe does
and together they arise. He holds open
the door for her.
She acknowledges the courtesy with
graceful bow and flushed cheek. He1
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 nc
place in her memory, and the music Of
the "two-step" no longer rings in hel
ears.
Their eyes had met across the table
and fingered a little longer, perhaps
than twas necessary, orwell, and theil
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 q
cigar.
When he again enters the sleeper his
eyes fall upon her great mass of auburn
hair as she reclines with her hat off;
and then as he comes up the aisle he no
tices 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 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
senses 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 O
variety of delightful emotions.
He sits with his face half turned to-
ward her, looking out of the window.
''She's fine creature-fne creaturei
l don't believe she's so cold, after all
I wonder what she thinks of me, any
way? l need shave Ike anything
rubbing his chin); look like wild
man. I 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. wonder if he talks
well? Such an air of the world about
him! like that. He's no innocent.
A man with history, I'm sure. He's
about as Indifferent as I am, though.
All, reading magazinel Let's see
Cleaning slightly forward; why. this
months century. have it in my
satchel. I'll just get 1t 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
clearing 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" Throws the
magazine down on the seat in front Of
him and softly whistles to himself a
selection from "Faust.")
She thinks: "He turned all the way
around and was smiling. l do believe
he was going to say somethingi Won
der what made him change his mind ?
Th-.se magazines are so stupidln
(Throws it down.
That night they change at Chicago.