The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1906-10-02


He jur-pes cut or the little country
rig. leaving il In the bands OF a rl'sseiiie
facea boy. aud rushed Up 70 the ticket
Office Just as his train was pssiiing OUT
from the station.
.'Pshayv.' he exclaimed Irasciisly. and
then 10 tile sleepy looking. conteiitetl
ticket agent. when does the next
train leave for New York z"
Two hours" replied that indiyid12l
.Iacouicaiiy.
Maverick Oliver wasn't a man to cry
over spilled milk He sat iii,nself
phflosophic:lIIy down IN shady receSs
OF the waiting room AID e2tracteft q
notebook. He would look over some
memoranda he had jotted down for his
solicited article for the Review aud
then take stroll along the country
hedges. There seemed 10 be rather
attractive bit of woodland just beyond
How long must / wait for connec'
lions for Roseclin?"
Something In the woman's voice. half
contralto, half alto, made the maa with
the notebook suddenly stnrt. lIe'd
been so engrossedly coming his mem
oranda that he had scarcely noticed
the incoming train. with all its attend
ant hustle. Now, however, single
VVoman's voice made him start ana
caused the Review article TO be as far
from his thoughts us the military at
fairs Of nations B. g.
The yvoman's back was turned to-
ward oliver, but he knew it was Flea
nor. Who else In all the world had
that queenly carriage. that soft slope
Of shoulder, TINT bewitching mass OF
coIIed chestnut hair?
For RoseclIH?' came the ticket
agents monotonous voice as he caress-
ed his wrinlsIed forehead with the
back of his hand. "a half hour.
ma'am. Trains sixteen minutes late.
The woman turned impatientiy away
from the window.
1t was then they came face TO face
Your cried Oliver. springinS up.
She stood there in the barren waiting
room, filing its emptiness with TIE
richness of her charm. TO the mans
hungry eyes she was food Of tse most
satisfying as well as Of the most deli
cato sort.
She did not hold out her hand. Never
theless she encountered him not IN her
old imperious fashion, but with : smile
including him in some mood too large
to be wholly personal.
How you have changed, EleanorF
he cried Involuntarlly.
''Are you. too. waiting for train r
she answered softly in return. In
which direction do you go:"
'.South-to New York" said Oliver.
''And your
''To RosecIlfTe, fourteen miles east"
oliver took her umbrella and tiny
suit case from her. and then they
walked slowly up and down the plat
form together, man and woman, in
stead of husband and wife, held apart
by some strange fat they had both ac-
cepted.
In the fields, all around, the butter
cups were golden and the wild carrot
was in white, lacelIke flower. Over
in the woods beyond some song birds,
waking from their summer siesta, were
beginning to MARBLE. a group of trav-
cling men was lounging on the rniling
at the far end of the platform, eX-
copiously to punctuate the
points in their stories.
Oliver busted the platform steps at
the other end OF the walk with his
and the woman sat Sc
down, her delicate profile out
lined against the clear blue OF the sky
like some exquisite cameo. She had
always been beautiful, though. 1t
wasn't that which mace the man eA-
claim again irrepresslbly:
you've changed So Eleanor! was
true. IT was no mere IMhey OF ms
imaginative writer's eye tnat GlscoN-
cred new meanings In the race oetore
him 1t Ind undergone n vague but
very gracious transformation
''ChanSed?" repeated she, with
curious tenderness. Eve tried to
do you underestimate
Since last winter. when we agreed TO