The representative. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1893-1901, 1899-04-26


the door itself. He lifted the latch, and
pushing the door back. exposed an opening
about two feet wide, thus making some sort
of an outlet.
Charlie" he. said, turning to the boy
you can climb through here II push you
up, can't you?- Then go down and find the
engineer and tell him how we are situated,
and that he must get us out" The boy
willingly acQuiesced, and without a great
deal Of effort was pushed through and
started downstairs.
Scott got OF the STOOL brushed himself
where the boys shoes had marked his
clothes, and then looked furtively toward
Miss Hillman, who now, at the prospect of
| near exit, had recovered somewhat from
the alarm she had felt, and stood soldly,
silently waiting-looking out on the side
farthest away from Scott.
They both stood silent for a few minutes;
then Scott, suddenly realizing that, as time
was precious, he must act at once II he was
| to gain anything by this advantage fate had
thus given him. said in low voice: miss
Hillman-Mabel!"
She took no notice, but beat a soft tattoo
| on the bars as though to drown the sound
of his voice. This made him feel desperate,
and nerving himself once more to the attack
he spoke louder and in a tone which she
could not fail to hear: "'Miss Hillman-
Mabel! Mabel!' .,sse II -,
She turned on him sharply. "Why, do you
address me. Mr.. Todd? 1 did not speak to
you, and it is an impertinence on your part
to speak to me! And my name is not
Mabel she flashed out at him, but Miss
Hillman!"r
Poor Scott gasped with dismay, and then
looking very contrite, stepped over toward
her, and said very quietly, looking her full
in the eyes: "But it is-Mabel-and Mabel
won't YOU" No, I won't!' and she
pushed him back from her. "And 1 won't
| listen to you either" but you WILL" he
said, land you must" this last vehemently
do you suppose will let you wreck your
happiness and mine, for you do love me,
| whatever you may say now to the contrary,
| for the sake OF a few paltry words, and be-
cause 1 made a fool of myself? No, don't
speak, he continued, 81 was too quick, and
had DO right to speak to you as did, and
| oh, Mabel, please forgive mel" and he seized
her hand and looked imploringly UP in her
| face.
| brother!'
"Your brother!" eyes, my brother; you
knew had one out West. He surprised us
| yesterday morning; was going to New York
| on business last night, and was kissing me
| goodbye when you saw him. 1 wanted to
| introduce you to him, but he was in hurry,
| and went out the one door as you stood in
| the Other-and then you turned on me you
| had no right to do before l could ex-
| plain" And the last words quivered on
her lips and the tears came into her eyes.
"What brute l have been, Mabel Don't
say I have sinned past forgiveness. And
what a hasty fool, too; why, 1 might have
guessed it. When will he be back?" And,
manlike, he tried to pass it off and make her
| forget the poor light he had shown him.
| self in.
That's all you care" she said. "And now
you think 1 have forgotten and forgiven it
all, and will again.
NO he said gravely. "No, Mabel but it
has taught me to appreciate you the better,
and to know that a man may, for the most
| trivial cause, and sometimes imagination
alone, lose a woman who is everything to
him, but who may not be so forgiving and
| tolerant as you, and he kissed her. She
| smiled sweetly, and then looking around,
| said: "Oh, Scott, can't we get out now?"
"Now?" he said. "Now?" smilingly &C
| centing the word. "Well, 1 am willing to,
now Stepping over to the lever, he gently
reversed it, and the elevator, to their mu-
tual satisfaction, Immediately started down.
Just as they reached the ground floor the
boy and the engineer came up from the
basement Thanking them both, and Incl
! dentally tipping them, Scott and his newly
| recovered bride be passed down the pas
sage to the street. Going down the steps
she turned to him and laughingly remarked:
II hope 1 shall never be caught in an ele-
vator again, and, oh, what will mamma
m
gayly replied: "You are not likely to be
court (ed) in an elevator again, my dear"
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