The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1903-06-03

could proceeu.
Lorry strolled up the crowd Of pas
sengers who were watching the engi-
neer and fireman at work. y clear,
musical voice, almost in his ear, star
tied him. for he knew to whom it be-
longed. She addressed the conductor,
who, impatient and annoyed, stood i'm
mediately behind him.
Glow long are we to be delayed?'
she asked. Just two minutes before
this same conductor had responded
most ungraciously to a simple question
Lorry had asked and had gone so far
as to instruct another inquisitiTe tray
elcr to go to a warmer climate because
he persisted in asking for information
which could not be given except by a
clairvoyant. But now he answered in
most afable tones:
We'll be here for thirty minutes at
least, miss-perhaps longer
She walked away after thanking
him, and Grenfall looked at his watch.
Of the main street of the town ran
little lanes leading to the mines be-
low. They all ended at the edge Of q
steep declivity. There was drop Of
almost 400 feet straight into the valley
below Along the sides Of this valley
We're the entrances to the mines. Above,
on the ledge, was the machinery for
lifting the ore to the high ground on
which stood the town and railroad
yards.
Down one Of these streets walked the
young lady, curiously interested in all
about her. She seemed glad to escape
from the train and its people, and she
hurried along, the fresh spring wind
blowing her hair from beneath her cap,
the ends Of her long coat futtering.
Lorry stood on the platform watch
ing her; then he lighted cigarette and
followed. He had vague feeling that
she ought not to be alone with all the
workmen. She started to come back
before he reached her, however, and he
turned again toward the station. Then
he heard a sudden whistle, and min
ute later from the end Of the street he
saw the train pulling out. Lorry had
rather distinguished himself in college
as runner, and instinctively he dash
cd up the street, reaching the tracks
Just in time to catch the railing Of the
last coach. But there he stopped and
stood with humping heart while the
coaches slid smoothly up the track,
leaving him behind. lie remembered
he was not the only one left, and he
painted and smiled. 1t occurred to him
when it was too late that he might
have got on the train and pulled the
rope or called the conductor, but that
was out Of the question now. After
ell. it might not be such a merry game
10 stay in that filthy little town. 1t did
not follow that she would prove friend
ly.
4 few moments later she appeared,
wholly unconscious Of what had hap
pened. y glance down the track, and
her face was the picture of despair.
Then she saw him coming toward
her with long strides. flushed and ex-
cited. Regardless Of appearances, con-
ditions or consequences, she hurried to
meet him.
Where is the train?" she gasped as
the distance between them grew short,
her blue eyes seeking his beseechingly,
her hands claspcd
'It has gone"
"Gone? And We've are left?'
He nodded, delighted by the word
1--WE"
'The conductor said thirty minutes.
It has been but twenty she cried haH
,tearfully, half angrily, looking at her
watch. "Oh, what shall I do?" she
went on distractedly. He had enjoyed