Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1902-02-06
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1t was such a startling bit of milli-
nery--all crimson velvet, peacock
breasts and glittering buckles!
Edith Harlowe, stepping from the
elevated train, paused for a farewell
glance in its direction. The next in
slant there came Il fierce tug on her
belt. Then something strong and con-
yincing clasped her waist. Vaguely she
felt that her feet We're dangling in
space. Then she heard Mortified cries,
and finally she realized that she had
been dropped unceremoniously upon
the seat nearest the door, with crowd
Of curious people pressing upon her.
"Oh, the poor thing, she's going to
FAINT
Edith drew herself up defiantly only
to drop back instantly into more limp
and comfortable position, and the
downtown terminus was reached be-
fore she felt equal to walking. A faint
peach blow tint crept into her face as
she approached the young guard who
had so pluckily come between herself
and death.
'This is one of the times, don't you
know, when one can't think of pretty
speeches. It was all my fault-and-
and if you had not She shuddered
suggestively. Please give me your
name-and my uncle will thank you
better than l can Perhaps he
One glance at the guard, and the
words died on her lips. The young fell
low was looking into her eyes with an
air which would stamp any suggestion
Of reciprocal favors as an insult.
Ny name is Larry Creston, and l
would be pleased to meet your er-
uncle. Harlem? Yes, ma am
And as he assisted a heavily laden
4 Italian into the train Edith turned
away with a bewildered feeling that
she had been dismissed. but not dis
courteously.
In the great commercial world where
she was but a clerical atom the ka-
leidoscopic life tumbled madly on
without reference to hairbreadth es-
capes, and it was quite late in the aft
ernoon before Edith found time to
scratch off the following note:
Dear Uncle JOHNNY GU have always said
that when you could be of assistance to
! me I should feel free to%call upon you.
4 Now, 1 have real favor to ask. This
i morning your needless niece was saved
from a shocking, if not fatal. accident by
i the. quick wit and ready arm of a guard
on the Ninth Avenue =. impressed
i me as being somewhat above the ordi-
nary. I know that from your point Of
4 view am rather a useless member of So
4 ciety, but still If you agree with me that
I was worth saving, will you try to place
this young fellow in. a line more suited to
his abilities? Your pull, :" dear uncle is,
4 unquestioned. Will you kindly attach
4 yourself to one of the numerous strings
i and oblige your appreciative If somewhat
obstinate niece, EDITH HARLOWE.
p. S.-Hs name is Larry Creston.
For a week Edith heard nothing
! from her note. Then one noon she met
1 her uncle rushing from his favorite
cafe, and she walked at his side to the
elevator door.
'Well, Edith. I've seen your hero
First rate fellow, and, strangely
enough, I've had some business deal,
ings with his father. They live out in
J. Ohio, and the boy, fresh from college.
came here imagining that New York:
would be at his@feet. Instead he soon
A found himself on his uppers, glad to
take the first thing that opened up and
4 too proud to write home for help
"Um-umv' murmured Edith. "And,
what is more to the point, do you in
tend to help him p
John Harlowe smiled into the pi-.
quaint face Of his niece.
'In good time, Miss independence.
I've several things in line, but he's at
least safe where he is Long hours
4 and exposure won't hurt him. He's
tough as pine knot--was a member
of his college eleven
81 guessed as much" acguiesced
4 Edith, with smile.
Eth? Why? inquired Mr.. Harlowe.
"Have you seen him since"
j ''No, but guess he did not tell you
! just how he saved my life. I've-well.
I've felt that tackle
She disappeared in the elevator, leav-
ing her uncle chuckling by the cigar
stand.
p At rare intervals Edith made her APP
pearance at her uncle's dinner table.
Her acceptance of such an invitation
was usually the occasion for christen-
ing a new gown. But on this particu-
lar evening she could extract no COM
Z fort from the fact that the chiffon APP
4 plique on her bodice had been purchas-
q ed at bargain. Neither did she care
d about meeting the rising young novel
list who was to occupy the seat on her
& aunt's right The first breath of spring
B was brooding over the great city. The
office had been musty and close. The
columns of figures had danced like
mad, gaunt dervishes before her eyes.
Her aunt had just confided to her
q that she was having new linens made
for the furniture when one Of the sew
eral black and white automatons scat
q tered about the rooms presented itself
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