, 1902-10-24

ace); you know I love to see the train
| 20 past. The Overland sidetracks here,
| and I'd like to look at the people. Then
you might see somebody you know"
He laughed again AT her childlike GU
| riosity, and they paced down the street
| toward the station. The Overland
| whistled as they rode into the space
by the depot and down by the side
track where the red watertank steam
ed in the burning sunlight. He thought
she looked very beautiful as they wait
ed there, for he was accustomed to
the rough buckskin gloves she always
wore, and he knew that the grace
which made her homespun gown seem
picturesque and appropriate, was none
Of the dressmaker's art. The choking
sand swept down from the red mesa
and busted her ebon hair as 1t hutter-
ed abroad in the blistering wind. The
little drops of perspiration that started
and trickled down her brown cheeks
made muddy streaks upon her hand
kerchief as she wiped them away.
The train, groaning and trembling as
1t slowed down past them. brought
with 1t a tornado of dust and paper
hat hid from him the sweet mouth of
the girl beside him, but when he look.
ed up he saw that his face was near
the window of a private ear. Within
he could see the white and silver splen-.
dor of the travelling palace. In the
sconces Of the walls were cut flowers
and lush vines trailing between the
windows. AS the hiss of the engine
ceased he could heal the tinkling mu-
sic of a serenade that he had not heard
since he left New York.
Lets ride up to the forward win
dow" Miss Eulalie," he said. Some
body is playing the piano."
When they were opposite the win
dow they could see a. seated
at the instrument, but as their shad-
ows fell across the light she rose and
came, facing them, as IL to draw the
shades. Eulalie saw the lily white
ness of her face. the great blue eyes,
the yellow hair, the soft light hand
that rested an instant on the windows
sill. She must have dreamed the
smile. 1t was SO beautiful, and the
voice, bell-like and tender, as the lady
raised the sash, and, beaming like the
morning, said:
"Oh, Maurice, Maurice. that Is you,
isn't itT
Eulalie had not turned her eyes to
him before Swinton was down, flushed,
eager and trembling. He held out the
end of his bride to Eulalie and she
took 1t mechanically, her lips apart,
wondering as she always wondered.
The angelic face had vanished from
the window, and Maurice had gone
into the car, but Eulalie sat there in
the furnace breath of the sun and held
his pony She did not hear the loco
motive bell nor the voice from the
platform shouting "all aboard She
was yet dreaming. But the windows
slipped silkily past her, and presently
she was staring after the rushing cars,
yet wondering If Maurice would tell
her some stories about this fairy, the
first she had ever seen from that Won
irlamEzNeh his. But though she wa
hour ne did not come back.
She asked the station master If Pro
fessor Swinton had left the train. No
body had seen him since he and she
had beer sitting on their ponies to-
gether.
1.-THE next stop east is Brussels" said
the agent. IF he gets off there he'll
be back on the night local."
So she left his pony at the depot,
rode slowly home through the dust,
and came back to the night local. He
did not come. He never came to Elk.
ton since. and Eulalie no longer won.
| ders. She knows.-The Argonaut.