The Farmington times. [volume] (Farmington, Mo.) 1874-1902, 1902-04-03
Etiquette by Telephone
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A CROWD IT Huburbanitcs
~ swarmrd toward the waiting
train. TN It's outermust fringe came
the Little Gray Nun. as the Nuung
Man had already named her; hut
che was not meek nr holy, or nun
nish at an, and only her clothes and
her hat were gray She walked light.
Is, sprinEily, an her toes, and she
was radiant and smiling. To look nt
her one would say she might he p
bride or q young mother with O
baby whiting nut there In the sub
nrhs somewhere Hut the Young Man
refused &" entertain either 81 these
Nuppnsitiuus. She was the Little
Gray Nun, spinster. He had been
watching her Tor % minutes.
Suddenly he saw the radiance 81
her face tarnish and o minute br.
ginning ~ horror dawn in her eyes
iur he was an observing young man.
lie Eaw her searching her chatclaine
hug, then her ErHy skirts. a. II
pocket might have been hidden In
them by mistake. Thea he saw the
horror itself spread from her eyes
over her pigunnt little face. The
Little Gray Nun. then, was IN trou.
hlr.
"Shc has lost something" the
Young Man sighed, M " the loss
were hi- own. lie took two giant
strides forward. then stopped. The
Little Gray Nun was talking 90 the
conductor. lie could not hear her
voice but the conductor was
rtrid"ut. and might have been buum-
ing through a megaphunr
"Surry. mise, hut II can't hc done
contrary to our rules n rcgula.
lions sorry can't put sou through"
Whatever the Little Gray Run an.
swcrcd was lost In the echoes frnm
tho mcruphonc, hut as she turned
away the offended dignity ~ her
uarrjagc was married by the trrmu
luus huttrr IT her small. gray.gluvcd
hands. She walked NOW, heavily. ON
her heels.
81 beg your pardon" The Young
Mrn raised hir hat rourteuuvly.
But n that fellow in the brass
buttons back there said ANYTHING in
Hulting. there's Just time Tor me 10
break his bones for him before the
train starts. BEG pardon, bu; you1l
have to tell me quick"
oh dimpied the Little Gray Nun.
In spite ~ hrr.r'i. "uh. NO. please
don't he orly told me that that
why. that '
"los"' tapped the Young Man i'm
patiently. though the courtesy 81 his
lifted hat and interested face was
perfect. llut there was 81" little time
h ithrs time tn break q fellows
insulcf' bones for him. The engineer
was 81 cady awaiting the conductors
signal
lie only said he couldn't let the
ride Il me without Il ticket I've lost
my pi fsc. bat ~ course ! should
send Tack the Nancy to.murrow.
I'm not trnmp!"
THE brute! III have him reported
at headquarters it's going"
And I'm not "n a." grnnncd the
Little Gray Nun. And this is Club A..
hy's birthday, and I always frost his |
,nkc,"
Then there was baby out there |
where the train was going 1t was |
not Little Gray Nun, spinster? Hut |
The Young Man held his ground val. !
.aptly. She was "a woman, anyway, 4
and in distress.
"But that conductor viii he lust as 1
borrid a. this one. wouldn't ask 1
mother conductor to let me ride free |
II had Go stay away from home all |
bight-cxcept--oh, I forgot poor III.
tie Chubby! could do almost any |
hing for Chubbyl"
There's another train leaves In /
three quarters Of an hour" he said. |
That was always the why with |
goung mothers. The Young Man felt
he romance 81 things slipping
through his iuFcrs. but he nsanyca |
bio hand into his pocket ard drew
,ut Il fat little silNcr-purse.
Then do this for Chubby" he
lmiled, holding IL out Ia her. II
haven't any need for il, you know.
ts ERIN my way. I use a mile.
igr. myself"
The little Gray Nun recoiled. The
limples froze IN her cheeks and her
hin. Her small, well-set head lifted
nd lifted Scott, man, do you see
Tow tall the Little Gray Nun iH grow
ngl
'ThaAk yon-lct me pass, please"