Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1900-08-29
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Advancing into the car, Filley tool
up magazine and flung himself into q
chair. No one spoke to him, yet bott
couples widened the distance between
them. In the slight hustle and move
ment thus occasioned Mrs. Hurst
awoke and in that semisurprised and
half injured tone which all good peo.
pie affect when they are caught dozine
in public affirmed that she had moi
slept wink.
II heard every word you said, my
dears," averred the good lady, ut which
announcement Chester muttered. Good
Lord, hope notl" in mock horror lust
loud enough for Madge to hear, which
sent that young lady into commissions
of suppressed laughter.
Being awake and refreshed, It be-
hooved Mrs. Hurst to do something for
the general good. So game of innccu.
GUS and rather tame six handed euchre
was proposed and agreed to. although
Chester whispered to Madge that .he
would as soon play old maid or beggar
my nelghbor. Filley was compelled to
Join the circle, but he suffered tortures
and qualms like those experienced by
q hard drinker who is forced to QUAR-
Sunday school lemonade and make be-
lieve he likes 1t.
Mrs. Hurst was the only one who
really enjoyed herself that afternoon.
John Draper, usually bluff and debo.
nair, was quiet and preoccupied. Flor
ence was distract and on more than
one occasion had to be recalled from a
reverie when it was her turn to pass
or make it" Madge Hurst was fever
ishly lively and had to be mildly rebuk-
ed by her mother for her pertness.
Chester Ives thought of the precious
time being wasted, while Reuben X.
sat glowering at the cards, i'll at ease
and mentally cursing every revolution
of the wheels that bore him farther
from New York.
Perhaps the astute Mrs. Hurst took
note of these things and, like born
diplomat, adopted this simple expe-
dent to keep everybody out Of mis-
chief. But to have seen her smiling
benevolently at the players, prompting
one, rallying another and testing with
a third, you would never have dreamed
that she. too. had something on her
| mind.
While the interior Of q private car
or even of an ordinary Pullman or
| Wagner for that matter-is at all times
a scene of luxury, it Is at night that the
full sense Of comfort and convenience
comes over the traveller One by one
the silver plated lamps are lighted. The
window shades may be drawn down IL
the night be stormy, or If left up the
dying day is seen slowly fading over
constantly changing horizon. In either
event cozy feeling supervenes.
Then the white capped and aproned
waiter comes to take your order for
dinner. You hear the appetizlng prep
arations in the mysterious region OF
the buffet, hardly bigger than con-
1urer's box, yet out Of which come,
Herrmannlike, magical stores of good
things. The snowy cloth is spread be-
fore your eyes and set with gllttering
crystal and shining silver. Last, but
not least, dainty meal is served in
course and in style to compare fayora-
bly, with the best restaurants in Paris,
London or New York. After which, IL
you belong to the masculine gender,
comes the postprandial cigar in the
smoker or, In the case Of woman, the
novel and the cozy chat with ones
travelling companion.
All these varied experiences were
gone through with on the evening of
this third day Of which write. They
were an old story to some of the party,
but Madge and Florence and Chester
We're like children in their gratified
amusement and entertainment at every
fresh feature and incident. None Of
them had ever taken a similar Journey
before.
1t turned out that this was John
Diapers birthday, and in honor of the
event Mrs. Hurst had dropped hint to
Gustaye, the chef, to make few extra
preparations. So they were treated to
sumptuous repast. at the close of
which the host leaned back In his chair
and remarked:
well, Gustave has surpassed him.
self tonight! These Trenchmen IRE
marvels Of ingenuity and resource"
"Have you forgotten what today ISL"
inquired Mrs. Hurst of her brother.
Thursday, is 1t notY responded
John Draper.
Eyes; Thursday, May 10. and the
fortieth birthday of q certain distin-
guished friend of ours" was the arch
rejoinder.
A half puzzled expression crept into
Uncle Johns face; then smile of rec
objection rippled out.
God bless me- SO it is! l declare I
had forgotten all about 1t. How good
of you to remember It'll What's all
this?" he exclaimed as the ladies' rose
and grouped themselves about his
chair.
Each Of them saluted the good fellow
with n birthday kisan and each left
some little tangible token by his plate.
Florence's gift was four leaf clover
pin, diamond nesting in its heart,
which the delighted magnate proceeded
to atfix in his scarf.
"You have always brought me luck,
my girl" he said rs he took her hand,
anu lneH, ueiore tHeu III, ue ureW her
to him and kissed her on the brow, as
he had often kissed her before, only
now there was new meaning and
new conservation in that caress, which
both felt and recognized.
During all this pretty scene Reuben
Filley writhed as the serpent in old
Eden must have contorted himself
when he witnessed the bliss of the first
pair of lovers. AT the earliest oppor-
tunity he stole away unnoticed and I'M
missed to solace himself with numer-
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