The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-04-17
A Room at Hanley's.
BY JULIA TRuIrr BISHOP.

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 Copyright, 1902, by Daily Story Pub. Col
 Pincvine was covered and swsthed with | deadly stiffness in the summer heat until the northbound train came in; when all the men and boys who could summon energy went over to tho station and looked in at the car windows. In a few minutes the train passed on. and silence covered Pineville again. <
 A lank girl. with pale hair in thin piait down her back, leaned out of the diningroom window at Haniey's and looked abroad. Hanley,s had been a fine old plantation home in the days when Pineville and the railroad were still un- dreamed of; but now it was a boarding house.
 Ma! Oh ma,n .creamed the girl. put ting her head inside for that purpose. .'Yon's a lady got. off the train.'' # The thin plait bobbed out again for a moment of anxious observation. ,-.s
 Ma! She's comin here" was the second shrili message. sent to some, dist ant quarter of the house: whence emerged arms on her apron. -'.. -
 Well. T declare!'' was her cry at the door, when she looked into the face 9f her guest. If it aint Mis- Gladney!
 see ye-come right in! An where s-- -
 1 have only few hours to stay, Mrs. Hanley. said the~lads hastily. looking away. Isis mx old room vacant? [ |
 Tor the short time r ann here ',.At .Qh. there ain't been anybody in it in I daHno when't said sdrs. Ha5iey.. 'Its one O the big. rooms. ye see. an tray- el an things-an' come right on up. Ne how's hep '+7t ~ - ji9,. Mrs. Hanley hustled ioyfully up the telling many things ss she went She had more to. tell, but look on the face Of her guest gave her thes idea that 1t would he better to make coffee for her,.
 Mrs. Gladney slowly removed her hat and throw it on the. he'd. in the curtained her gloves beside 1t: sIe had been gag ing silently around the great room. but knees and buried her face against the pillow. and was shaken with sobe :
 n little while she had controlled her. -sslf and stood up, wiping her eyes. walked 3 bout looking at familiar things. i. she used to stand at this window once, and watch for somebody when It was tune for him to come home. On this " w'naow n sill she had kept her little array primroses-simple little flowers that she mad brought, bride. from hertpId home Here was the full-length mirror where sne used to stand and smile SD "triumph- antIy at her own image-@it was so pretts ana she was so happy. Sue stood and looked at 1t now. but she did not smile. Hen lips trembled instead aIBr rheeks . nad thinned from their old dimpled curve. She saw here and there a sleam of un. limeiy' silver around the huffy masses of her hair. Tn little while she wonja ne old and worn7-and alone, always alone.
 She took a tiny writing desk from her satchel and sat down at the old table to write, She had come for that-per- haps she could say 1t here. in this oid room-and she began with a hand thai meant to be firm at first, but was soon shaken with pitiful trembling 1 fen, will be surprised s;.s she wrote, t -ts -aitr msAdsnx day. wih"haSvs wihS sruu, yo,,. tsorgotten s 1t? ApdAwe were so happy here ] have not seen' xhu. for thrTcse Searf-and most of the time have heen so alone-and I can't hold out any lonr.s sr, | think it must have been all my