Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-05-21
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| on the way back. when we two had paired
off and were bit behind the rest.
! The sandwiches and the whisky were
very good" she told me, "and m so CRATE
| full for the trouble you took.
1T was pleasure" / said
| And. Mr.. Gordon" she continued, anc
| ic told me that you-you said you honored
! me for?
| ~ do" exclaimed energetically, as she
| paused and colored
DO you really?" she cried. II thought
Fred was only trying to make me less I'M
! happy by saying that you did.
Il said it. and meant il" l told her :,
! 81 have been miserable over that lie,
! she went on; "but l thought If let you
have the letters 1t would ruin papa.
| really wouldn't mind poverty myself. Mr.
/ Gordon, but he takes such pride IN success
| that | couldn't be the one to do 1t. And then
after you told me that train robbers were
hung, l had to lie to save them ought
to have known you would help u.s.
/ thought this pretty good time to make
a real apology for my conduct on the trail,
! not having been able to Fepack her bag
better. She accepted my apology very
sweetly. and assured me her belongings had
been put away so neatly that she had Won
dered who did 1t. | knew she only said this
out of kindness, and told her so, telling also
of my struggles over that k-beribboned
and belaced affair. in way which made
her laugh. / had thought 1t was a ball
caron; but she explained that it was what
she called a "throw'-which / told her ac-
counted for the throeS / had gone through
over it. 1t made me open my eyes, think
ing that anything so pretty could be used
for the same purposes for which L use my
crash bath gown, and while my eyes were
open | saw the folly of thinking that girl
who wore such things would, or, in fact
could, ever get along on my salary In that
way the incident was a good lesson for me,
for it made me feel that, even if there had
been no Lord Rallies, 1 still should have
had no chance.
On our return to the cars there was
telegram from the Postmaster General
awaiting me. After a glance at 1t, as the
rest of the party looked anxiously on, L
passed it over to Miss Cullen, for l wanted
her to have the triumph of reading it aloud
to them. 1t read
Hold letters pending arrival of Special
Agent Jackson, due in Flagstaff October
GOTH"
1.-The election is the 18TH" Frederic
laughed executing a war dance on the
platform. THE G. SIS dough is cooked
II must waltz with some one, cried
Madge, and before l could offer she took
hold of Albert and the two went whirl-
ing about, much to my envy. The Culens
were about the most jubilant road agents
l had ever seen.
After consultation with Mr.. Cullen, we
had 21S and 81 attached to No 1 when it
arrived, and started for Ash Forks. He
vance, and / could easily be back in Flag
staff before the arrival of the special agent.
/ took dinner in 21S, and they toasted me,
as If l had done something heroic instead of
merely having sent telegram. Later four
sat down to poker, while Miss Cullen, Fred
and | went out and sat on the platform of
the car while Madge played on her guitar
and sang to us. She had a very sweet
voice, and before she had been singing long
we had the crew of a dust express as
we jokingly called a gravel Misunderstanding
about, and they were speedily reinforced
by many cowboys, who deserted the medley
of cracked pianos or accordions of the
western saloons to listen to her, and who,
not being overcareful in the terms with
which they expressed their approval, finally
by their riotous demonstration drove us
inside At Miss Cullen's suggestion we
three had a second game of poker, but with
chips and not money. She was an awfully
reckless player, and the luck was dead in
my favor, so Madge kept borrowing my
chips till she was so deep in that we both
lost account. Finally, when we parted for
the night she held out her hand, and, in
the prettiest of ways, said:
II am so deeply In your debt, Mr.. Cor
don. that 1 don't see how l can ever repay
you"
| tried to think of something worth say
ing. but the words wouldn't come. and
could only shake her hand. But, duffer as
I was. the way she had said those words,
and the double meaning she had given
them would have made me the happiest
fellow alive II / could only have forgotten
the existence of Lord Rallies.
(To be continued Monday)