The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1903-07-17
FROM A CAR
WINDOW ~
BY May Uaood
copvrlqht. z. p .. 9. lfecalre

before II came to the curve. On this
particular Afternoon it came to dead
stop
Philip Bryce Eazed IistIessly from the
| window. he was tired after hard
day at the ONCE, and the prospect of a
lonely restaurant dinner and a lonelier
evening In his apartments was not in
| vftiuR. He gave an impatient sigh as
his glance Travelled up the height of the
broWnstons building. Just Ike my
house" he commented. Probably Just
as full of people. each one knowing lit
Il Tie and caring less about the rest
Lord, but big city's a selfish sort of
placer
Just then his glance reached a win
dow ON the level of his own and rested
there. His face frightened, for the
somber curtains framed girl, an un-
doubtedIY pretty girl. And yet there
was BomothinR 90 pathetic in the pic
| tura that BrycO'a heart gave throb.
The girl leaned forward, her delicate
face supported by her clnsped palms.
Under a waving mass of pale gold hair
dark eyes looked sadly far beyond the
train into q scene painted by her imag-
suddenly, an II walked from her day
dream by the hxity of his gaze, she
turned. AS her eyes met his wave OF
crimson surRed up to the roots OF her
hair. with proud little movement
she drew back into the shelter of the
| curtains. And at the same moment the
train, obeyinR some unseen signal
moved OF around the curve.
AS it tolted upon its way Philip
Bryce leaned back, with a sigh. But
this time the Sigh was not for himself,
| but for the girl ''Poor little soulg' he
said softly. she looked even more lone
II than I. Wish could do something
for her, Wen, I'll look out for her to-
morrow, anyway" Strange to say, the
recurrence of this phiianthropic
thought infused brightness into his en-
ttre evening.
There was an unusual element OF
! haste in the way In which he sprinted
mn The stairs OF the elevated station
me next afternoon. II seemed matter
of the greatest Importance that he
should catch the o'clock train he
told himself that It was only because
Il vss his usual train, and he prtded
| himself On his regularity. But there
! was that In his manner which belied
his words.
As the train slowed up for the curve
his eye eagerly sought certain WIN
dow. The girl was at her post She
might have been reading, for a book
was in her lap, but Philip felt sure
that she saw him, felt sure that sud
6an color flushed her cheek. Such mar
ysIous power has the human eye-on
occasion The young man was unrea-
sonabEy happy over his discovery.
And SO for many days. When twi-
light fell earlier, the girls slender fig
ure was siihouotted against lamp
light The curtains were never drawn,
and she was never absent. She watched
for him.
The assurance gave Bryce the cour-
age to call on the tanitor of the brown
stone house and inquire as to the
prices OF vacant apartments and Incl
dentalIy as to the girl
The Janitor was loquacious, after
the manner Of ianitors- AS he watched
the smoke wreath up from one OF
Philips best cigars he felt that for
once he had q listener worthy OF his
powers. The third story front hat3
An. res. Miss Metcalf lived there
4 nasty. Cantnnkerous old lady. Her
companion, poor little Miss Lambert
had q hard time OF it with her. How
she ever stood II all be didn't see. She
was some sort of poor relation ana
likely didn't have anywhere else TO
stny. But 1t was a shame the way
the old lady deviled her.
The janItor grew quite excited over
Il. So did Philip. In fact, he had
some dificulty in restraining his feel
Inps. But he 6orbore to interrupt the
1nnitor. Such Information was pre-
ciOus.
'rrhe poor young lady never gets
| breath of fresh air except when she
goes driving with the -old one, and
| never a minute to herself except when
her tyrant is sleeping"
sudden enlightenment came to Philip.
Evidently Miss Metcalf took an after
noon siesta. He had to thank the god
OF sleep for these stolen meetings, II
meetings they might be called.
The janitor's story had strangely e1-
cited him, however. 1t was In an e1-
| aIted mood that he sailed forth ike
Inight ~ old to the nearest florist.
The purchase Of a large bunch of yio-
lots somewhat soothed his feelings.
But he Redeemed shRmefacedly as ne
inscribed a card, From the man In the
| car window" and addressed the box to
.FRIIaa Lambert" That he, Philip
Bryce. matter of fact business man,
should be caught at such schoolboy' 8
4 trickI And yet he gloried in the IN
congruity. -.
The next afternoon he could hardly
wait until the train reached the curve.
Would she wear his flowersf Woulo
she smile her thanks?
But-the girl was not Mt her post; the
curtains were tightly drawn. The pam
i OF the disappointment stung MIN lht 90
\ energy. He had allowed this girl e
grow Into his life and thoughts. snouid
he let her slip out again? Never!
with sudden determination he left
the train at the next station and
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