The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1903-07-16
He had not said word about Kan

SaS.
II should love to-" 1 returned, "but
indeed cannot. However" and I be-
gan to tremble as put the question.
perhaps, on my way back, you will
allow me to come to see you III
Wichita?"
Indeed I will" she answered with
evident pleasure; then she wrote out
her uncle's address for me, which l
recognized as the most fashionable
quarter of the place, and told me
must not fail to come
1 placed the address carefully in my
card case.
Our parting was to be when we
reached Newton, and before that hated
time we had most. charming CONVEX
sation.
She told me all sorts of little things
about herself in the most refreshing'
original way. She was FIVE feet tWo'
her hair was naturally curly, she wore
q No. 2 shoe-"although," Us she add.
ed laughingly, II was born in Chi
cago"-her favorite. book was Eliza.
beth and Her German Garden" and
she had four teeth filled. She had
never been East in her life, and her
one desire was to make the trip. New
York was to her only another name for
Paradise, and to feed the lions in Cen
trail Park seemed the height OF her
ambition. / listened to her prattle
with more interest than had ever felt
in the most inspired conversation and
found myself watching for the little
turn Of the head and droop of the eye
as eagerly as for anything in my LIE.
She had such a pretty little way OF
talkins-such pretty little way!
Before long she could have twisted
me up into bowknots and tied me
around her neck with her fur boa.
But, then swear, have never met a
woman more fascinating from that
day to this!
Before parting We had jolly little
dinner together, and as I did the order
ing you may be sure nothing was
wanting.
Oh, what a trip that was! Shall J
ever forget it?
Finally, the dreaded hour arrived
and she must gather up her little traps
and change for Wichita. l assisted
with tugging pain at my heart. Sud
denly surprised q look in her bus
eyes. I had been STOPPING to pick ur
her muff, and it being closer at hano
than thought. 1 came up rathe,
sooner than either she or 1 expected
She was looking down at me wistfullS.
yearningly, and there was q tear, j
declare, on her eyelash,
All restraint departed from me. The
happy hours We had spent, the raple
intimacy of a railroad journey, ano
the prospect of parting, all conspiret
against me, and graspins her little
hand inside the muff, held 1t Grmi!
and whispered:
"Amy"
She gave ME one long. lingering
look and returned the pressure softly
Thank you again." she whispered
"and don't forget me! Oh. promise
not to forget me-
promised, and then she was gone.
Heavens! How lonely it was with
out her! How dingy the cars, how
arid the view! ..l.
1 could find nothing to interest ne
and even the recollection Of her bright
ness only served to make lne moro
dismal. ( Before long the conducto:.
came through again. 1t seemed to MT
that his s,ieerns countenanee wa.
more sneering than ever. But 4 bor'
him no grudge
"Well," he said with 4 grin. stop
ping by my chair, ''Gid you iEd on
who she was?" .-..--.-......--...
Certainty" 1 answered stfGfr, 81,
was Miss Dyer, of Wichita, 'ssss:zsss4s.se,4as
"AIiss Dyer nothing he said Will
seorn. "AIiss Dyer Miss Flyer. Mis-
Lyer"'
3 sHow dare yonss ! demanded hetly
'tand what do you mean? s 8
Z S"oh, narthin'," he answered ceoiy
comfy she's the cutest lady hunko OF
this road. Her husband. him with tho
wlhskers, runs q brace faro game ovpl
in Kansas City, and another ID Wichita
and she's his puller-in, that's all! Eet
ter look for your purse, Mr.. Dyer
L did so, and to. my. dismay it wa:
gone! ~ e : & 3
"But why the mischief didn't yol
tell nle?'
"Oh," he said with a wink, "yo'
seemed so willing to be bluffed witt
your Miss Dyer"
All. me! Golden hair and eyes s,
blue! " ~tEEszz >$S
I promised Amy never to forget her
and 1 never have-Virginia Nile
Leeds, In New York Times.