The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1906-11-23

want some breakfast and want lunch.
May I call the porter?"
The girl nodded, and Clifton pressed
the button. Presently they were chat
ting across the white tablecloth 40
merrily as though they had been old
friends.
Then. when, the things had been
cleared away he got out his cards and
they were Boon deep in euchre. She
chatted away on impersonal topics and
Clifton was charmed. In contrast with
the loneliness Of the morning in the de-
serted car with only the dreary land
scape to watch, the girl seemed doubly
attractive, and he was surprised when
the porter came around to light the
lights. A number Of persons had board
ed the car through the afternoon, but
he had scarcely noticed them.
He was sorry now that he had ar
ranged to stop over on some business.
He was sorry that he was not going
straight through, for she had told him
that she was to be on the train until
well INTO the next day.
He swore softly to himself when the
porter came to brush him down.
BE In your station in ten minutes"
he said briskly as he picked up the
suit case beside Clifton'a seat and took
it to the forward door. Clifton follow
ed him more leisurely and stopped at
the girls seat.
Il am grateful to you for most de-
lightful afternoon" he said earnestly.
Il am sorry that our ways part so
quickly, but somehow l feel certain
that l shall see you again"
Il am sure Of It," said the girl with
laughing eyes. But next time hope
that the introduction will not be 80
abrupt"
"I'll follow the adage and let sleeping
dogs-and sleeping Gear passengers-
sleep on" he laughed. "Good-by and
thanks"
Their hands met fora moment in a
warm clasp and then he made his way
to the door.
The train pulled out before he turn
ed away from the platform. and with
the last flash Of the carlights on the
gainting gold Of her hair a terrible
sense of loneliness came over him. He
had not asked for her address. He
would have been worse than rude, and
he wanted her to think we'll Of him,
but now he was sorry that he had not
riskel giving oftense It was too late
now. though. She had probably passed
out of his life forever, and he turned
away toward the hotel stages with q
heavy heart. Now that the train had
gone on he knew that he had fallen in
love. and with an unknown girl at
that.
There were letters waiting for him
at the hotel, including one from his
sister, urging him to close up his bust
ness and get home quickly, as she
wanted him to reach there before her
school chum went back home.
Clifton caught up sheet Of note
paper and wrote line to Nell. He
solemnly warned her to cherish no
hopes that he would fall in love. 81
met q girl on the train," he wrote.
Unless can find her you will never
have sister-in-law. I think shall
stay here until your visitor goes"
He sent the letter downstairs and
turned into bed. but sleep was laggard.
He could see in the darkness of the
room that golden head, and he re-
preached himself for his foolishness
In notSfnding out who she was.
He rose unrefreshed in the morning
and went DULY about his business.
The girl Of the train was before his
eyes all the time. It was silly, he told
himself, to feel so about a woman he
would probably never see again; yet at
the same time he realized that she had
made an impression upon him that
time could not efiace.
He tried to read that evening, but he
could not keep his mind on the maya
zine. and at last he threw it down and
gave himself up to meditation. He
:. knew that If he brooded on the SUBJ