The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1900-06-02
geleet Story.
BETWEEN TRAINS.

''It is nonsense, Rob; you are imagin
ing you are in love and wanting to get
married just when you are getting start
in business and need all the capital you
can command, and you shouldn't have
your mind taken up with love and such
things Just wait few years and you
will find that l am right, and the old
man brushed fly from his gray beard.
''But, grandfather, am not the only
one to be considered; there is Dora, she
loves me, and dom t care for business or
anything if I have to give her up" the
young man said impetuously.
''Tut Tut, my boy Love is all
right in story books, but in every day life
there is not much of it; and Dora will get
over it; don't you fear.
"You were married T"
eyes, yes; because your grandmother
was home hody, and was necessary to
my comfort; she wanted home and
wanted housekeeper and we understood
each other and never regretted our COM
pact; and we were as happy together as
though we had wasted lot of nonsense
and time over love.
The young man looked surprised.
There's your train, Rob; think it over,
and l hope you won't make young fool
of yourself Goodbye; take good care of
yourself and write to the old man often, y
and there was huskiness in his voice.
The young man took the old man IS
hand in warm clasp.
''You be careful getting ON and off the
trains, grandfather; | do not like to see
you travelling alone" Then he sprang on
the train, and the old man was left alone
on the platform of the dreary little country
station.
ga beastly place to have to wait neaaay
four hours he muttered as he limpeS
into the waiting room.
''Beg pardon, madam" he exclaimed,
as he bumped against little old lady who
was turning away from the window of the
ticket Office. ~ hope l didn't hurt you.
l am not as nimbie as I was fifty years
ago; and this foot of mine will turn some
times. -
ssFifty years make difference in p.so-
pie, : the old lady answered in low.
sweet voice, and smile lit up the wrinkled
face under frame of white hair 'T can
not get along as fast myself as l did at one
time" Then she sat down inside one of
the windows, and opening an old-fashioned
travelling bag took out her knitting, while
the old man went out and walked up and
down the platform.
But there was nothing to see there, ex-
cepting the green fields of corn on the,
other side of the track, and the country
town half mile away.
After awhile he came il and sat down
beside the old lady, resting his gold-headed
cane on the iron rods separating the seats.
eRather tiresome waiting here, he
said ''Are you going far p
"Just to Dalton. | have been all
winter with my daughter Alice, but she is
getting company, and said should go up
to Johns awhile A sigh escaped her,
and an anxious look came into the faded
blue eyes.
ssNot pleasant prospect, the old man
said, looking at her intentlS-
The old lady started 'sOh, didn' t
mean anything r she exclaimed; 'sthey
are kind to me. spend part of my time
at one place and part at the other. Yes,
they are kind to me. Have you a fami-,
ly r.
"a daughter and a son and grandson
whose parents are dead; he just took the
up train. 1t seems to me there is some
thing about you which seems familiar I
must have met you some place before, but
/ can't place you, the old man said.
II am Mrs. Bowman, and you-you