The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-07-26
WHILE THEY WAITED.

Il r He jumped out of the little country rig, leaving 1t in the hands of l freckle-faced boy and rushed up to the I ticket office just as his train was pull l ling uot from the station.
 'Pshawr he exclaimed irascibly And then to the sleepy-looking, con
 tented ticket az ssens: Fdr sm neg gope pSss 'ns TWO hourss' replied that tndividuai
 Maverick Oliver wasn't the man to | cry over spilled milk. He sat him l self phtlosophically down in shady recess of the waiting room and ex- tracted a note book. He would iool! hover some smernoranda he had joteo l down for his solicited article for the 1 Review, and then take stroll alone the country hedges. There seemed to | be a rather attractive bit of woodland
 How long must I wait for ccnnec.
 tions at RoseclifT
 Something in the woman's voice. half contralto, holf alto. made the man with the note book suddenly start. He'o been so eager mrfmtrand edotrogwhyp been so engrossedly coming his mem. oranda that he had scarcely noticeeo the incoming train with all It's at tendant hustle; now, however, 8 single woman's voice made him start and
 caused the Review article to pc as Tar from HIS tnOuAhID No s&AS @A@%~r~--~ v affairs of nations B. C.
 The woman's back was turned to- ward Oliver but he knew 1t was Elem
 or. Who else, in all the world. had
 that queenly carriage, that soft slope of shoulder, that bewitching mass or coiled chesnut hair?
 For Roseclin?'' came the ticket agents monotoneus voice, as he ca ressed his wrinkled 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. "Youp cried Oliver, springing up. She stood there in the barren waiting room, filling It's emptiness with the richness of her charm. To them an hungry eyes she was food of the most satisfying as well as of the most del
 She did not hold out her hand Nevertheless 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've changed. Elenor" he
 Are you, too. waiting for train?'
 she answered softly in return. "ln
 which direction do you go?
 "South-to ew York said ollver | And youT'
 ITO RoseclIff-fourteen miles East. Oliver tok her umbrella and tiny suit case from her and then they walk l ed slowly up and down the platform | together, man and woman, Instead oi | husband and wife, held apart by some
 strange flat they had both accepted. Tn the fields. all around. the butter cups were golden. and the wild carrot was in white, lace-like flower Over in the woods beyond some songbirds waking from their summer siesta, were beginning to warble. A group of trav-
 cling men were lounging on the rat- ing at the far end of the platform. ex' pectorating copiously to puncture the points in their stories.
 Oliver dusted the platform steps al
 the other end of the walk with his
 handkerchief and the woman sat se-
 renely down, her delicate profile out
 lined against the clean blue of the sky like some exquisite cameo. She had always been beautiful, though; it wasn't that which made the man ex- claim again irrepressibly:
 "You've changed>so. Elenor" It was true. It was no mere fancy of his imaginative writer's eye that dicov- cred new meanings in the face before