Little Falls weekly transcript. (Little Falls, Morrison Co., Minn.) 1894-19??, 1897-03-26
"GOODBY."

were making an engagement for only three
days later. The guard at the gate smiled,
for the schoolgirls who pass through the
station are many, and he Is accustomed to
their affectionate farcwells.
"Tell Hattie what good time we have
had" said the brown haired girl, who
wore a bunch of violets. She emphasized
tho verb with a kiss planted on the red lips
of the pretty girl who fingered near the
gate. The carcss was quickly returned,
and the question came from the rosy mouth
ut the same time:
"When you come out, you will bring
George, won't your"
eyes, of course"
"That is go sweet of you" and again the
rosebud lips came together. IS ".~..
you'd better hurry up," said the gate
keeper. .. .-,. .,,4. ,..-.- .:..-,.. $
Then the girls made wild dash at each
other. Their lips were pressed together a.
Trough the coming meeting Tuesday was
centuries hence, and then the pretty blue
eyed girl ran down the platform and was
hurriedly helped upon the moving train:
AZ it slowly pulled away the girls waved
their hands and tossed kisses to each other
until the curve was made and the train
ont Of sight.
s'That's the WY 1t IL all the time" aaid
the uniformed satekeeper. '"Kissing, kiss
IND. I.eet 90 tired Of 1t: Now, those girls
see each other every few days, and yet they
smack each other Do though they were part
Ing forever. II any one ever got sick 10
death Of seeing ,hugging and kissing going
on, it's an employee about q railway Sta
tion. Why, If I had girl, ! wou1dn't ever
kiss her; wouldn't In public at least"
Perhaps he had reason for being disgust
ID and, then, perhaps he wal . little envi.
ous.,. Anyway he seemed to DO an isnbat-
tered guard, and perhaps he was so'with
reason, for all about him were people who
were taking fond leavings Of each other.
The mother and. daughter were, thare,
and it seemed a. though they never could
bring themselves to part. ~ S." -
Over near the baggage window stood
we'll dressed man and his wife. The wom-
an had tired, worn expression, an though
weary with the exertion Of, getting ready
for the Journey she was about to under
take. Near her upon the ground were
two or three satchels and handbags, and
the man looked toward them anxiously
and then at the clock, as though he had
an engagement to keep as soon as she was
safely on her way. When he had given
her q long white ticket, brass check and
some money, he took up the satchels and
moved quickly toward the gateway. 1t
was fully Is minutes before tho hour for
the departure of the train, yet he did not
wait after he had seated her in one Of the
compartments.
After he had settled the baggage on the
floor he leaned toward his wife, gave her
peck upon the lips, swallowed as though
taking q pill and then went out OF tho car.
She looked wistfully after him, but he did
not glance back, for he was already late for
his appointment and almost ran down the
platform.
In the section across from the neglected
wife sat q young man and woman, who
wereunconscious of every one in tho train.
They sat and gazed into each Others eyes
and held the hands of each other tightly.
Every few minutes he would lean forward
and kiss her lovingly and tenderly. A
small boy In the section in front Of them
stood on the seat and looked in wonder
ment ut their unconscious demonstrations.
But they did not know that any one else
was In the car. The girl was not at all
abashed at the affectionate farewell of the
young man, and followed him to the car
door and kissed him warmly several times,
never apparently seeing the conductor, who
stood with bis hand upon the rail ready to
Jump aboard, nor did she see the grinning
porter. But even this farewell did not sat-
isfy the young couple, for the girl ran back
to her seat, opened the window, and, bend
ing far out, her lips were kissed by her
sweetheart as the train began to slowly
pull away
It isn't often that men are seen to caress
each other in an American depot, but this Ia
sometimes witnessed by the station officials
when trainload Of foreigners comes In.