St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1900-09-12

Had any on, told her that her piquan
golden brown beauty, her unconsciou
air of aloofness, her repose begotte
of prairie life and placid daily duty
had won for her a higher need of ar
probation than was usually accorde'
a newcomer in an exclusive coterie sh
would have opened her serene gra,
eyes wide in smiling incredulity. Al
the girls had admirers. Almost all thu
girls had lovers. But not one of then
had such lover as Eldred Wier.
One month passed two, three. AnG
always there were the same tributes
| always there was the same direct and
personal Difference. Theaters, dinners
dances, flowers, bonbons, gloves, after.
noon visits, rides and drives. Always
the same low, intimate tones, the al.
lurement Of imprisoned eyes. Then,
suddenly it seemed, it was time to go
home. Time to go back to the dull,
little town, to the rooms over the
depot, to the horde of clamorous chill
dren.
Eldred Wier was the last to leave
the Pullman. His worshiping eyes de-
voured the beauty Of the shy, ex-
pectant face. His hand held hers In a
close and tender clasp. He bent his
head. He spoke In tone that thrilled
her.
You know, you must know, | love
you. You know, could have my way,
l would never let you CO."
Then the train began to move. He
was gone.
Five years later there was q ire
mendous rush of travel westward. The
Nebraska town Of Wymore was one
of those caught in the vortex Of i'm
petuous pleasure seekers, although
there were many health seekers, too,
bound for the solacing serenity of Col
orado or the golden glory of California.
A splendid summer day was waning
when a snortlng train disgorged it's
myriads on the depot platform. A
young man, nervous and haggard of
aspect, helped an elderly woman to
llight. With scant show of patience
le hurried her into the waiting room.
Il tell you I've got to leave you
awhile" he declared testify. 1--WE a
etter to present to one of the eastern
officials Of the road His private car
S due here now. I'll be back as soon
is | can"
Needless of her whimpered obiec-
ions he hurried off. A tall, beautiful |
'oung woman, most charmingly gown
ID, attracted the observation of the
hrong as she came down the waiting
DOM. She noticed the woman sitting
llone and evidently in distress.
"Can be Of service| she inquired,
The traveller, In apparel too elaborate
md youthful for her years, looked I'D
nto the gentle face of the speaker. Her
vrinkled cheeks were chalky under
heir rouge, and her false curls and |
bonnet were awry.
mop she shrilled, needless of hear
RS. mo one can help me- | brought |
on myself. Me, worth half mil
ion, to go and marry that young whip
'ersnapper, that leaves me here like a
'ale of goods! Not even a drink of
The young woman brought her a
lass of water, set straight the disor-
cred hair and bonnet and famed the
gitated old face, talking pleasantly
he while.
Il am here" she said, ito meet my
He Is one of the directors
f the road. There, his special has lust
ONE in. He is coming this way" She
ose eagerly. "There is some one with
im." She took step forward. swell
ONE, WILL" as the stately man who
ad FASTENED to her side bent and kiss
d her.
"If it wasn't for this young lady,
1ldred"--
The resentful wall was cut short by
sharp exclamation. White as death
lldred Wier stared at Deronda Leigh
on. She looked from him to the sbriv-
led old creature on the seat. So this
7as why he had never written, had
ever come. This was why she had
ancied her heart was broken until "a
etter man drew nigh"
"Mr. Wier" The glimmering smile
her radiant eyes maddened him. 81
ave been making the acquaintance
your wife. Mr.. Wier," she explain
j, sis an old acquaintance of mine.
ut 1t Is meet and part Goodby." She
wept the travellers a gracious bow.
I'VE really must go now, VIII, dear.
he carriage is waiting" -Chicago
ribune.
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