The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1906-09-27
MARIAN TRAVELLED ALONE.
Sac Net n Fascinating Stranger Oh.
the Train!

She Net N Fascinating Stranger Oh.
the Trains
Cousin Morris, will you do some
thing for me, please?"
The senior member of the law firm
of Woodell & Brown glanced from his
office desk to the innocent. eager face.
"Sit down, Marian" he answered
smiling.
Il shall have to tell you the whole
story" she began. breathlessly. You
know l came home alone from my New
York visit? Well, a man had the other
half of my section-a fine, scholarly
looking man about your age-and
when we were delayed by that wreck
ten hours late. you know--he saw /
was nervous, and he was so kind about
sending my telegram to my mother, and
everything, that l just couldn't help
letting him talk to me.
HE was a New York lawyer, Rich
ard Ferry, going TO Kansas City on
business trip, and he mentioned know
ing the Chippendales here In Chicago.
OF course that treasured me, and,
Morris, you can't think how well ac-
quainted we got In one day. 1t was
the strangest experience. He told me
the story of his whole childhood
home. school days, college experiences.
everything! He's so much older, az
he knows so much more than |. H.
seemed strange he should think / was
worth talking to. but he did. and. Nor
ris, TO show you the kind of man he is,
he quoted lot from Wordsworth's
ode to Immortality and from Low
ellis Vision of Sir Launfal,' too. And
oh. l wish you could have heard how
beautifully he spoke of his mother. ~
well, what happened nexty Nor
ris Woodell asked, indulgently.
"Iie went on to Kansas City, and
please don't smile--he wrote to me
that in the few hours we had spent to-
gether | had given him back ideals he
thought were lost forever. He asked
me to send him line at his Kansas
City hotel, and--well, did it before
l told mother. she didn't like it, be-
cause she doesn't trust my Judgment.
She can't realize that I'm eighteen, you
see. This morning had another note,
saying he was passing through Chicago
to-day on his way back to New York.
and wouldn't l meet him for luncheon
at the Atlantic Hotel"
The indulgence suddenly vanished
from Woodells manner.
Wait, Morris! I'm sure he didn't
mean any disrespect. He's just un-
conventional"
rs he married?"
"Why-no''
Told you he wasn'tg"
HE told me so much he couldn't |
have helped telling that If It had been
so, and, Morris, this Is what | want : |
Won't YOU go over to the hotel and |
bring him to luncheon with you and |
me? That would be proper, and you
could see yourself how nice he is. and |
II you were in 1t I'd dare tell mother |
when | went home. | haven't told her |
OF this mornings note for fear 1t would |
prejudice her. She thinks Pm down
town shopping. Please, Morris"
Woodell shook his head. Then with |
a sudden thought he turned to his desk
telephone and called Tom Chipren-
dale.
The answer came promptly. Ferry
of New York? Well, not intimately.
Just at the club. Brilliant fellow, but |
mighty vain of his conquests over the
other sex. Oh, yes, wife ard two chill
dren living out in Kansas City. No,
domestic life isn't just in his line, |
fancy. Glad to serve you, Woodell.
Woodell hung up the receiver and
repeated the words to his cousin, but
be GepeHQnelx drQpped Dis. eyea while