Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1897-04-15
/" How many meet who never yet have

How many meet who never yet have
met,
To part too soon. but never to forget
She thinks: Harrisburg. We reach
there at 4:3o. He goes to New York
and I'll never know who he is.'
He thinks: "Just to think! All this
time together and never word. Her
iceberg coldness, though, is to blames
She sighs: my appetite's gone.'
He gets up. SWELL, that's all can do
for the internal man."
They go into the sleeper.
She sits down and looks gloomily out
of the window.
He, at the other end of the car, looks
at her.
TITS just shame that can't know
him and talk to him. IF love were alp
wonder if he has read that sweet story,
The Prisoner of Zenda? p" She half
closes her eyes and muses.: !" IF love
were all! If love were alll' Oh, If it
only werel" She suddenly sits up erect
and clasps her hands.
He thinks: "I'll 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: aPity she hasn't some
fresh yiolets; those are dead"
She thinks: 'sI'll just throw these
dead things out of the window. There!
And Alex Vaughn gave them to me.
How nice thought him, and yet I've
scarcely given him thought for two
daysl And here's this box. Candy all
gone. Mckenzie did look sad when he
gave it to me, as he told me good-by at
the depot. Well, I'll throw that out of
the window. There! Now I'll steal
glance at him. All, writing telegram,
and the porter waiting for it. l won
der what it is? There, he's signing his
name. wish could see it. Knight ask
the porter to let me see his name. But,
no; that wouldn't do. Positively, I'm
getting as weak as water!"
sHa! Now we'll have a 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 a glance at him.
Going to take nap or posing for
my benefit. Certainly has a fine face.
Such 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 aheadl 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.
"Goounessl he caught me that time. L
know I'm blushing fearfully. really
must be more circumspect!"
He closes his eyes again and laughs
softly to himself. 'Ha, my Lady, I caught
you that time! Gadi believe it's more
pleasant to feign sleep and have a beau
tiful woman admire your physiognomy
than to sleep and dream about beau
tiful women. I still feel her eyes upon
me. I'll wake up suddenly again" He
opens his eyes. She is, however, look
ing out of the window.
"Bahl that was my Waterloo!"
he gets up and goes into the smoker.
The train pulls into Harrisburg. He
is the first to leave the train. AS he
passes out he glances back at her. But
she resolutely keeps her head bent as
she gets her traps together.
He fingers a moment, then moves on
and boards the New York express.
She soon quits the car and is installed
III the Washington train.
The bell sounds and her train begins
to move. just at that instant depot
porter comes rushing through the'car
In his hands he holds magnificent
bunch of La France roses. He catches
sight of the young lady in gray, dashes
up to her, thrusts the flowers in hel
hand, and, pointing through the win
dow, rushes out.
Mystifed, she holds the flowers al
arms length; then, following the ges
ture of the porter, she looks out the
window.
just opposite her is another trair
moving slowly out from the depot. O.
me Dack plaIiofm stdHHS nFF telioW
traveller.
Their eyes meet. He smiles slightly
and, raising his gloved hand. dof's 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 it awful. Imust be more
circumspect." And as the trains d-
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
cigar. "Well. my iceberg did melt.
after all. Girls are queer creatures. =
Leslie's Weekly.