The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1899-12-26
the car just at the moment when fel-

the car just at the moment when a fel-
low wanted TO sleep.
Cos mo-politan, Puritan, Puritan"
shouted the boy insistently. And he
seemed to plant himself directly at Mr..
McClure's elbow. He took the Puritan
out and held it before his eyes.
Mr.. Mcclure shrugged his shoulders,
and more to get rid of the boy than for
any other reason, bought copy.
Thus in an instant by the hand. the
dirty hand. of a newsboy, was his career
of a bachelor arrested. But that comes
later AS yet the magazine was lying IN
opened at the cynical young mans side.
1t might have been that he would never
have opened it had not a gust of wind
done the office for him.
Young Mcclure was stated in the end
seat Of the car within the daft made by
the opening and shutting oa the door.
Some one stepped in through it and
slammed it, which rustled the page Of
his fate.
Tho young man caught a glimpse OF an
exquisite face, poised on a regal throat
The sight of il made him long for more.
With eager eyes he grasped the book ami
gazed on the face on the page. He drank
in that was there. 1t filled his eyes vita
pleasure such as a thirsty man might
find in his first draught OF water after
many days OF famine. 1t was the face
his eyes had been hungry for. He KIN ew
now why none other had ever given them
an instant's Joy.
He had been invulnerable; YES. until
creature had come before him
Now he was fguratively upon his knees
before an unknown head. The eyes
beckoned him, the lips seemed to speak
to him.
AS his train sped on ne fancied what a
creature so mounted would say. He could
above the rumble Of the cars. hear the
tones OF her voice. It must be deep and
soft to match her eyes. He knew II,
he could hear It. Her voice was contTal-
to- He vowed he'd hear It If she was up
on earth.
Her name benath the picture told him
she was Anna Austin Cassin. OF Rens-
slaer. She had a home then near Albany
where his father and mother lived.
She was Of flesh and blood. not a crea-
tliTe OF some man Fancy.
There were men and women who knew
her. Women,-that was all right; but
men-the thought trotured him.
Suddenly another stu worse chased
through his brain. What ~ there were
a man-some one man, What II already
she had given her hand and her heart?
He studied the picture closely. She
might be eighteen or twenty. She had
frmness in her Iips and strength IN her
0oIse. She was not 0 c0quette. lie knew
It. He would stake his life upon g..
Where she gave her heart she would give
her hand. None could WOO her lightly.
That night young Mcclure. with the
boauty's dark eyes looking into his. wrote
his parents IN Albany
He had framed the page from the Pu-
ritan in his silver hair brushes.
The lovely bit OF paper wGs balanced
between them. inclined Just trife TO
the levelof his eyes. The silver setting
fitted her admirably She vas even more
lovely than she had been in the pages G
the magazine.
Young Mcclure with one eye on RS
sheet of paper and the other o. Anna
Cassln's image. wrote ais parents that no
had finally decided that the Wet ass 10
place for young man who wanted 90
succeed.
The vast was TOO new. The East wa
Old and tried. The young man set taffh
sucl reasons as these FOR his return. Ard
ne ended. Just before be signed himself.
A4e-tionateIy. pour so0-.T shall return
e. soon az possible. proaa5iy next week