The Starkville news. (Starkville, Miss.) 1902-1960, 1903-04-10
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Copyright. 1908. by Daily Story Pub. o..
Rev. Henry M. Wharton


l the Terminal station, ST. Louis, Mo.
1t must have been half past eleven at
night, and such a night. All day a
bowling rainstorm had been beating
down upon the city and the night
closed in with gloom and mud, with
pouring rain and driving wind.
Nv partner had not come in, nor
had the porter; both were late and
I was beginning to be anxious about
them. Scores of trains and shifting
engines pass in and out of the great
station-and often persons have been
killed in getting across the network
OF tracks.
AS l sat reading, l felt a slig ight
.quiver of the car. My office door
which opens on the hall running
from end to end of the car and near
which l was sitting had been lett
opened | listened eagerly. 1t could
not be either of our party for thew
came always with well-kno"n
heavy step.
AS I listened l heard distinctly g
gentle knock at the front door. In
stantly | went to the door and there
before me plainly visible through the
glass stood young lady. She looked
at me with a pleading, anxious eX-
preston, and at the same time mo-
toned with her hand as if there was
some one behind her. | opened the
door and she stepped inside. Her
waterproof was dripping with rain,
though she carried an umbrella.
1.Please lock the door," she said.
/ obeyed, and stood waiting for an
explanation with increasing uneasl-
ness and anxiety.
You do not know me-" She spoke
hurriedly and excitedly. you do
not know me, but | know you. l. live
in Alton; have been here spending
the day. I was starting home and
waiting for the train. A man has
been following me all the evening;
/ went out to supper with friend,
he followed me there, he followed me
to the train, when ] went IN the car
he went in and took seat near me.
I came out, he followed me, he is here
now lurking between these cars. On,
sir, can you protect me?'
l assured her that | would do the
best in my power to protect her and
would she please take seat. MY
partner would be in in few minutes
and we would make her comfortable
for the night.
'.Oh, no, no, mol" she cried, II can
not stay here. The train to Alton is
gone. I have an uncle living near
Forest Park. / must go there. Is 1T
asking too much?'
THAT I go with you?' l interrupt
ed. "Certainly not; take seat, will
get my macintosh and umbrella and
be with you at once
When we stepped off the platform
a man like dark shadow dlsap-
Deared around the end of Pullman
car. | had no weapon, not even a
pocketknife. But the young woman
was so pleasant and her manners
were SO easy and ladylike l had no
thought but to protect her and take
her in safety to her uncle's home.
We boarded an Eighteenth street
car, changed to a suburban and traV-
eled for nearly an hour.
We talked together upon general
subjects, noticed the people come and
90 and nothing unusual occurred un-
til she looked back in the car, then
suddenly in a hoarse whisper said:
]sHe is there, he is in this car on that
back seat. Oh, I am afraid he will
wait for you and kill you. What
shall we do?"
1 confess I was considerably dis
turbed. Why should he still pursue
her when he knew / was with her?
We were running through a dark
narrow street known as the Right
of Way" when she touched the elec-
tric button and stopped the car.
1--WE get off here" she said as she
rose.
The man was gone, but caught a
glimpse of his retreating form going
across an open lot along path
which we followed also.
..There he goes!" she said, and
shiyered as she took my arm.
The situation was growing more
and more mysterious. We were in
ntter darkness. The rain was rafting
unon nv umbrella and the wins
blowing a gale. We passed into an
alley. dark, narrow and repulslve.
But for her appearance and conduct
I should have. gravely suspected foul
play.