The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1901-12-14

OF mine. There are Few interesting
articles in them"
thank you. I don't mind looking
them over"
Katydid unbent a trife. She was
lonesome, and this good-looking, top
loftical man was better than nobody
to talk to.
After Marcus returned to his car
he sent her the magazines and q
plate of fruit.
Late in the afternoon he came down
the aisle toward her section, holding
some dainty wild flowers, with an
expression of satisfaction.
"When we stopped for water I got
out to take look around and hap
pened to find these. Wouldn't you
like them?"
They're awfully sweet. You're 80
kind, Mr.. kimberley"
Katydid pinned the blossoms on her
silk waist and smiled her sweetest
smile. He really could be very nice,
she thought, while Marcus reflected
that he did, on the whole, prefer wo-
manly woman.
"What time are we due at Chicago?"
she asked, in order to keep the talk
going.
"About seven-twenty. We're behind
time little, however"
Goodness! ! hope we'll make It
up. 1 don't know whether Gracia
Gaines will meet me or not. wrote
her I'm coming, so / guess she will"
Marcus stiffened, involuntary. Such
flying about the country in an unpro-
tected, unchaperoned way was con-
trary to his ideas of propriety.
"Gracia hasn't been married long.
This is my first visit to her new home.
hate to have my girl friends get
married"
"a married Woman has liberties a
girl cannot have" Marcus asserted.
"Not in the west. Why, Mr.. VIM
berley, have gone around where I
pleased since went to Boston to
study elocution and oratory when I
was 16. 1 lived in Arizona then. My
father had newspaper, but he sold
it and bought an interest in NINE"
At this point the porter from the
adjoining car came slowly down the
aisle looking anxiously from one side
to the other.
He leaned over the shoulder of a
strong-minded looking elderly lady
seated in front of Katydid Gregory.
There's sick lady in my car" he
said, confidentially. "I dunno what's
the matter of her, and she's alone.
Somebody's goin' to meet her in Chi
cago, she says. Won't you come and
speak to her, MADAME"
"She shouldn't be travelling around
the country by herself, if she is not
WELL" snapped the lady accosted, add
ing, 81 can't do anything for her."
Whats that?" Katydid leaned to-
ward the perplexed porter across Mar
Gus Kimberley, so near that her yell
low hair brushed his cheek.
"I'll go and see the lady. Excuse
me, Mr.. Kimberley" and she rose to
accompany the porter.
"But, Miss Gregory! 1t may be con-
tagious," Marcus exclaimed, in dis
may.
"I'm not afraid. Please letNme pass"
and her eyes met his with look Of
determination. Marcus bowed, and
stepped aside.
"Headstrong and willful! She needs
somebody to look after her-needs it
badly" he said to himself.
They were nearing Chicago. Mar
Gus went and gathered his belongings,
then returned to offer his services to
Miss Gregory, as the train was over
an hour late.
He found her putting on her hat.
Observing Marcus she remarked, ut
is only chicken-pox. think. The poor
thing was dreadfully scared-I'm glad
/ went to her."
1T was rash in you to take the
risk" Marcus could not resist remark
ing, though he was glad she had such
kind impulses.
Katydid made no reply. Meanwhile
the train rolled into the station.
Although the spotted-faced lady
found her friends waiting, Katydid
recognized none of the people as ia
miliar to her, and Marcus asked to
accompany hcT W hCi iliChu housC.
1T is awfully kind of you," she
protested, but Marcus summoned a
cab and explained that he should be
anxious unless he knew she was safe
with her friends.
1t was after ten o'clock when the
proper street and number was
reached, and in answer to several
rings sleepy-looking man appeared
at the door, with the information that
nobody was home. Mrs. Gaines had
gone to Belleview.
where's my letter." gasped Katy
did, quite upset by the news.
The fellow fumbled over pile of en-
velopes on the hall table.
"Guess it's here somewhere" he
said.
"Can't / stay? What shall i do?"
Kstydid looked from one to the 9TH
err in distress.
"Let me take you to the hotel where
generally stay, and put you in
charge of the housekeeper," Marcus
suggested, somewhat doubtfully.
"Guess you'll have to. Mrs. Gaines