The Montgomery tribune. (Montgomery City, Mo.) 1892-1910, 1902-01-24

mere.
"She? who?"
"Why, the old girl who fell all owe.
me in the sleeper-the talking ma
chine, you know"
The girl glanced up at him quick.
ly, and an expression he could not
read leaped into her eyes. lie &C.
ceptcd IL as a reproof.
81 beg PARDON he pleaded, "but
she really was a dreadful creature, the
worst Of a bad lot. BY the way, she
is to make aspeech somewhere. Sup
pose we go TO hear her"
20, no! never! you mustn't" hast
lily exclaimed the girl in great con.
fusion; and just then a stout matron
hustled up.
"Come, dear. we must be going"
$50 soon. auniie,' pleaded Miss
Grey.
"Ies, dear: sorry. bu, we really
must. You know We must be at the
convention early tomorrow. Your
paper is the first thing on the pro.
gramme' Crosby stared). ''and you
know We did not get much rest last
night
Just think. Mr.. Crosby. i2 o us-
all delegates-came up from Mobile
last night, and you know when a
dozen women get together ON a spree,
there isn't much rest for the wicked.
There was a man at our end Of the
car. a rufiian, who sworc horribly.
'"Yes, Kate, | will tcll!-and
Katherine fell into his berth and eat
on him. as he deserved. Why. Kate,
YOU did, and--Why, Kate, where on
earth"
But Miss Grey had fed. and Mr..
Crosby, with n very red face, was tax.
ing his departure.
The next morning early Crosby. in
savage mood. stalked into the conyen-
ton hall and took q scat near the
front. This was to be- his revenge on
the pretty little fraud who had duped
him so completely.
Katherine saw him and hurried for.
ward TO meet him with checks us red
az peonies.
"Do goaway." che begged. please
60, quickly. They are about to begin.
Please gol'
The pleading brown eyes looking
into his were enough to melt the
Rosetta stone, but he hardened his
heart against her, and just then the
presidents gaycl fell.
"Won't you gog' she begged nee
more: but he shook his head stubborn
y.'and she turned instantly into a
human ramrod and left him.
He took his seat and waited. A
man sitting near him looked up from
the programme and chuckled.
"That little girl up there is going
to lecture us on political economy.
Well. III swear! She'd better he
learning TO darn her fathers socks"
Did you never hear a woman on
political economy: Then you should
have heard katherine Grey that
morning, and should have seen her
as Crosby saw her when she captured
his heart for the second time in IL
hours. When she began to tell all she
did not know about political econ
omy. frankly laughing at her pro-
found ignorance Of the subject allot.
ted to her. she could scarcely be heard
for the bursts Of laughter and ap-
plause that greeted her. Crosby was
enchanted. and stepped eagerly for
ward to meet her as she descended the
platform, but his outstrctched hand
was ignored, and my Lady Disdain
looked him coldly in the eyes and
passed him by.
How dld he make his peace! The
small blind god who prcsidcs over the
downfall of man alone can enlighicn
you, or perhaps the florist, who grew
rich during those next few weeks, can
tell you something about it.
Certain it is that Miss Grey ex.
tended her visit some time longer
than wa strictly necessary, and when
she did return to her home there was
a new jewel on her finger and a new
iiance at her side.
They were the first passengers in
the ear before the train started.
Jack" she said, suddenly, as they
sat very close together in the red.
cushioned Pullman, II do believe this