Bisbee daily review., 1903-02-26
TICKETS FOR TWO

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 Rod Scott was waiting his turn at the Pullman window where be wanted . flower for Chicago Just ahead os him was very pretty girl. and he could not help overhearing the cOnver sation. She, too, was buying tickes to Chicago and wanted berth as well
 She had made a mistake in the amount necessary to secure a sleeper and when the ticket seller called foD the additional $2 she discovered tha, her purse was empty. It was an em barrassing position for the girl, bul there was DO help for it, and she tool her railroad ticket and passed on tt the waiting room
 Rod could not help noting the out come. He bought his own ticket and then saw the girl standing in the ad joining room examining her empty p0cketbook.
 His sympathies were aroused; she looked 80 forlorD, and he thought of his own little sister and wondered how she would feel under similar circumstances
 That settled if. He walked quickly toward her and, raising his hat, said. Pardon me, but I could not help see ing the trouble you were in at the tick. ct window. Won't you allow me to bt your banker in the emergency
 She looked up at him shyly. He had good, honest face.
 ''Oh, thank you; but don't like"-
 'Of course you don't" said Rod; "bui I'll give you my card, and you can send the money back to me when you get bome"
 Her face frightened up. You are very kind My father was to have been with me, but was detained at the last moment thought l had all the money l needed to get home"
 "Wen, 1 fortunately have plenty" said Rod. "so let US get the ticket"
 Of course he saw that it was in the same car, and it was natural that they should occupy the same seat.
 It was all too soon for Rod when the berths had to be made up, but he ar ranged that they should have break fast together.
 Rod says he will never forget that breakfast. He never did know what he ordered, but he feasted upon a pail of gray eyes which took shy glances across the little table All the time he was trying to summon up courage to tell how much be wanted to meet her again.
 Another hour and they would reach their destination, the pleasant tete-a tete would be over. and be did not even know her name. Rod was getting des- perate.
 By the way, do you expect any one to meet you at the station, or may I''--
 ''Oh. yes; papa said he would wire, so, you see. won't have to trouble you any more"
 Trouble! I know you don't mean that. It has besn a great pleasure to me, and only wish I could''-
 Don't say anything more, Mir. Scott I am under many obligations to y0u, but papa will write you when he re turns"
 Poor Rod! He wanted to say more, but politeness prevented him from pressing matter which he felt might embarrass her.
 When the train pulled into Chicago and he saw her affectionately greeted by an elderly lady. he awakened to the realization that his pleasant day dream was over.
 the B. and A. road, with headquarters at Omaha. He spent a week in Chica- go, and on his return home he found the following letter awaiting him:
 Dear Sir-My daughter has given me your card and asked me to thank you for your courtesy to her when she was re- turning home. I inclose draft for sS which will reimburse you fer the amount you expended on her. The general freight agent of the road Mr. Fletcher. is a very old friend of mine Kindly remember me to him, and whenever you are in Chicago 1 win be glad to have you call on me. Yours truly. JOHN H. MASON.
 It was astonishing how much atten. ton the Chicago end of the B. and A. road required. Rod found it necessary to make weekly trips there, and he never failed to call and inquire for Mir Mason's health and incidentally to accept the hospitality of the Mason home.
 Alice, she of the gray eyes. always welcomed the guest with such winning smiles that he thought he was in para disc. On one such evening she was singing an old Scotch ballad with the refrain. '-Iassie, could you loe meY' He stopped over her as she sat at the piano, and, looking into the gray eyes that were turned toward him, he whis- pered, Alice, dear, could you Io'e meY' He read his answer there and sealed It with a kiss.
 
 Six months later carriage was be- ing driven toward the station. A few stray kernels of rice still clung to the steps.
 The carriage stopped, and the oceu pants went huIriedly to the train which was starting for the east.
 "Oh.- Rod, you haven't got the tick etsr'