Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1904-09-08

rurSuS Grey, MS Train OF unpleasant
thoughts broken. got up and strobe
on to the sleeper, Cora supposed, as he
did not come back.
WHO is that MANI" Cora wondered.
II know his face, or l used to know
some one very much like him before we
went abroad. 1t can't be Furgus?
That's impossible. He looks too old
and grave. Furgus and I had such
romps together years ago. What a de-
testable tease he was. remember how
furious he used to make me, although
1 loved him dearly. Furgus was al
ways a-getting into scraps at school,
and giving Cousin Tom a world of trou-
BILE, but that vas mostly Cousin Toms
fault, he was so ridiculously straigt-
laced and unsympathetic. Furgus
could never tell him any Of his diff
culties. Furgus was ten times the man
Cousin Tom was. All of us youngsters
worshipped him. That man looks very
much as Furgus would if l can imagine
Furgus ten years older and facing some
big trouble.
Now I think of it, Furgus is IL years
older than when kissed him and cried
my eyes out telling him goodby, and
he laughed and told me not to be a
silly, and said he would give me one
of Flora's puppies. He was only 16
then.
Laura Garfield told me last winter
all about his engagement to that hor-
rid Mrs. Fanshaw. She said she was
sorry for him. Men are such idiots
where women are concerned. l thought
Furgus would have had more sense.
Can't he see that a woman like that
would only marry him for his money?
He's out in Colorado, Laura told me,
developing some mines.
That's just like Furgus. That sort
of life must suit him down to the
ground. / suppose Cousin Tom is
furious. He would like Furgus to be
a clerk in his bank.
The idea seemed to amuse Cora, for
she smiled a pretty, wistful iptrospec-
tive smile at the pleasant memoirs OF
childhood days, a smile caught and ap-
propriated by one of the unruly ball
players, who smiled back.
He's a brick" he commented, sitting
down on the arm of Cora's seat. 81
bet you he knows how to golf and play
tennis. l could see it in his face. He
didn't mind being hit, not a bit. II
it had been that old duffer over there
Indicating the respectable banker)
he would have been mad and gone ant
complained to the conductor. Bet you
he would"
Whereupon Cora and the red-hairet
boy who had a manly, frank look, il
spite of his freckles and broad mouth
fell into cheerful chat, irrespective Of
the heat and the unhappy baby which
had wisely and determinedly gone tt
sleep. in spite of the humping process
inflicted on it by Its benighted mother
in the belief that It was soothing ant
conducive to slumber.
isn't she a fool?" the boy said, con.
temptuously referring to the mother
eff I were that baby I'd yell just to spite
her. Why don't she put it down ant
fan it instead of humping it that way?'
To which Cora, agreeing heartily, g
congenial conversation ensued between
them as to fox terriers as compared tt
other dogs. He's bully" suddenl!
remarked the boy, referring to tn,
tall mar who had gone out to smoke il
tho c1aanop ET E1ya tb ~ e0r4 re fo11ouy
His name is Grey-F. Grey, and he ii
from Colorado. / bet you he's seen
~grisly-I've a mind to ask him wher
{ he comes back"
: Grey? How do you k1ow?" Cor;
asked, catching her breath with al
acute sensation of surprise and pleas
/ ure.
: Il saw it on his dress suit case.
knew he was a game fellow by the lool
of his eyes," remarked that keen OBJ
server. "You are dead game, too, aren'
) your"
Cora laughed gayly and a firm friend
!, ship based on mutual esteem and re
: spect was established between Dicl
r Camden and herself forthwith.
j, 1t was to be lasting, the freckled DO,
declared, or else it was no good. T,
which Cora assented as they ate or
anges together.
Last call for dinner had been an
nounced by the dining car waiter. Tha
agreeable interruption vas over, an,
, the train sped over trestle and bridg
. and through rolling country whicl
? made the changing noise Of the trail
' increase as they dashed over the bacl
cut through the hills and diminish
! when it came to level land.
' They were approaching the foothill
Of the mountain where Cora was goini
, to spend the summer, and the las
glimpses she had through the window
out into the darkening night was tina
Of dotting lights, like f%irefiies, on tn
, hillsides in the cottages of the mil
hands grouped around some great mas
sive brick cotton factory, brightly Ii
, up by electric lights shining through
. innumerable rows of windows, whicl
made a fairylike appearance on thu
. calm, starless background of the blu
. sky above.
: Cora lay in her sleeper wide awak
thinking of Furgus Grey.
, IT wonder what his trouble is? Sh'
!, can't have thrown him over. Furgu
, is much too important and rich a ma
!. for that. What can it boz"
. The grave, troubled face Of her one
time chum and boon companion trou
! bled and preoccupied Cora, and the fac
that he had failed to notice or rec
ognize her gave her a pang absurd.
! keen and made her flush and grow in
/ dignant.N