Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1903-05-07

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and then they decided that a spin in
the open would revive their dropping
spirits and that there was no use of
worrying, anyway.
only you may be sure of one
thing" Rose said firmly, as she pinned
on her veil, that when papa has
cooled down and writes for me to
come home, l shall not do it-or that
is-not right away! l think he should
have a lesson" and a half hour later
they were skimming through the park
as radiant and care-free as if there
were not a speck on the horizon, let
alone two wrathful fathers.
Six months passed and still the let
ter from IA humble and repentant
father which each secretly looked
and longed for did not come.
81 fear madam" said Tom one
morning, that we shall have to leave
these luxurious apartments and find
something a, little better suited to
honest poverty. We have lived up
poor Snowflake and the auto is prac-
tically exhausted and the governor
seems to have forgotten us!"
Underneath his c~heerfulness, Rose
saw signs of real chagrin and a black
fear lowered over her heart. Could
it be possible that their seniors were
never going to forgive? She had
never hated anyone and she tried in
| vain RI iura n tho foa1inrre rhfab
had set at odds the two dearest peo-
pie on earth to her and Tom. But
she could not make it seem other
than ridiculous. She thought of her
father elegant, reserved and
haughty-loving but few persons, but
those devotedly. From what Tom
had told her, his governor" was the
very prince of good fellows-warm-
hearted and generous to a fault, but
a very fiend for obstinacy, once his
pride was aroused. In youth they
had been warm friends; then a break
came and each believed the other
guilty of treachery. Her brow
wrinkled with the worry of it,!
Something must be done to reconcile
them-but how to do it, that was the
question.
Both were stubborn, both as proud
as Lucifer. She thought and thought
and at last an idea came to her.
"Tom," she cried, with kindling
eyes, crossing the room to where he
sat %engrossed in the paper and talk
ing it away from him, "I have a plan
for bringing papa and your governor
to terms" and she sat down beside
him and talked rapidly for some time,
scarcely pausing for breath.
"The notoriety!" he objected once,
but she silenced him by demanding
what he had to suggest, since he did
not approve of her plan.
A month later the superintendent
of the Manhattan Island Street Rail
way company was heard to remark,
as an athletic, clear-featured young
mar in uniform passed across his line
of vision, that conductor 304 was Ger
tainly a corker." And indeed the fact
was so obvious that within a week
several people who p%atronized the
- street car commented upon the
distinguished appearance and courtly
manners of this paragon of a con-
ductor. Shop girls forgot to open
their novels when they boarded his
car-recognizing in such a man the
very elements of r~omance-and
straightway fell to dreaming of
princes in disguise. Even the less ap-
preciative masculine contingent gave
him a second look and paid him the
tribute of a moments reflective won
der.
The people who went to the end of
the line noticed that out where the
houses dwindled away to mere little
boxes with a good deal of ozone
floating between, a very trim young
woman in a checked Bingham dress
and the same indescribable air that
distinguished No. 304, was in the
habit of meeting his car and handing
him a shining dinner-pail.
An increasing number of specta-
tors viewed this homely domestic
rite each day, and the number of
line and back just for fun, about
that time, ought to have convinced
the company that conductor No,
304 was a valuable man. He and his
pretty wife were creating a mild sen.
s%ation, and though they were appar-
emily all unconscious, a keen OBJ
server might have discovered that
they were in reality playing to the
gallery for all they were worth.
At the end of a month conductor
No. 304 confided to his wife that he
was getting tired. In truth, their
plan was slow in working out and
each morning Rose found it harder
to get him up at five O'Clock.
whats the USE" he would grum-
BILE, when the alarm clock had scolded
him to semi-wakefulness and Rose
endeavored to complete the work it
had begun.
ooh Tom" she would demonstrate,
don't spoil it all now. Don't you
Know 'HHt inc udIheSt nouf Is JUST
before dawn"
II should say I dol" would come
the savage reply. Nobody knows it
better!" followed by a tremendous
yawning and stretching. "Ah-I re-
member! ! am conductor No. 304."
Then the little house would soon
be bubbling with life and merri1nent.
Wild howlings of II want me bawth-
| want me bawth!" would ring
through the rooms, in imitation of
a Britisher with whom he had cross
ed the Atlantic the year before, while
from the kitchen a clear voice would
demand, "Can you tell me, sir, how
to concoct the coffee that mother