The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1906-07-27
Copyright, 1905. by J, T.. Lipplncott Coz

missouri December Oh ulllu leUpeId-
lures and saturated skies-and the
Chicago & Atoms fast train, dripping
from the rush through the wet night,
had steamed brisllly to it's terminal in
the Union station at Kansas City.
Two men, one smoking short pipe
and the other swapping the ash from
scented cigarette, stood aloof from the
hurTying throngs on the platform
looking on with the measured interest
OF those who are in a melee but not
of it.
More delay" said the cigarettist,
gIancing at his watch. I'VE are over
an hour late now. 90 we get any OF
ii back on the run to Denver"
The pipe smoker shook his head.
Hardly. should say. The Limited
is a pretty heavy train to pick up lost
time. But it won't make any particu-
lar difference. The western connec-
lions all wait for the Limited and
we shall reach the seat of war to-
morrow night. according to the Boston
itinerary"
Mr. Morton p. Adams flung away the
unburned half of his cigarette and
masked yawn behind his hand
Its no end of bore, Winton, and
that is the plain, uaiacquered fact, he
protested. Il think the governor owes
me something. | worried through the
Tech because he insisted that should
have a profession; and now ] am go
ing in for field work with you in a
bowling winter wilderness because he
insists on a practical demonstration. y
"iumpn, its too bad about you,
said the other, Ironically He was a
fit figure OF man, clean-cut and Wig
Orous. from the steadfast outlook OF
the gray eyes and the close clip of the
Van Dycl, beard to the square finger
tips of tn strong hands, and his smile
was Of g9od-naured contempt las
you say, IT, is an outrage on filial com
plJisancc. All the same, with the right
of-way fight in prospect, Quartz Creek
canyon may not FRO g TO be such a
valley OF dry bones as Look out,
the.e!"
The shifting engine had cut a car
from the rear CT the lately arrived Al
ton, and was sending it down the out
bound track to a coupling with the
Trauscontinental Limited" Adams
stepped back and let it miss him by
a hand 's-breadth, and as the car was
passing Winton read the name on the
panelling.
The Rosemary somebody's 20
ton private outfit. That cooks our last
chance OF making up any lost time be-
tween this and tomorrow"
He broke off abruptly. On the square
rear observation platform of the pri-
vata car were three ladies'. One OF
them was small and blue-eyed, with
wayy little puffs of snowy hair peep
ing out under her dainty widows cap.
Another was small and blue-eyed with
wavy masses OF haXen hair caught up
from face which might have served
as model for the most exquisite
blsque figure that ever came out o.
France. But Winton saw only the
third.
She was taller than either of her
cOmpanions-tall and straight and
1.-THE: charming embodiment of
health and strength and beauty; clear
skinned, brown-eyed--a very goddess
fresh from the bath. in Winton's in
slant summing-up of her, and her
crown of red-gold hair helped out the
smile
Now thus far in his thirty-year pill
grimages John Winton, man and boy,
had lived the intense life of a work
ing hermit so far as the social gods
aud goddesses were concerned. Yet
he had a pang-of disappointment or
pointed jealousy. or something akin TO
both-when Adams lifted his hat to
this particular goddess. and was re.
warded by a little cry of recognition
she is friend OF yours. them" he
said. when Adams had taken the bait
ed hook open-eyed.
The technologian modified the as
sumption.
Not quite in your sense of the word
I fancy. met her number of times
at the houses of mutual friends in
Boston. She was studying at the con
servatoTy."
But she isn't a Bostonian," said
Winton. confidently.
Miss Virginia ?--hardly. She is a
Carteret of the Carterets; Virginia
born. bred. and named. Stunning girl
isn't she?"
mo" said Wintom shortly. resent
ing the slang for no reason that he
could have set forth in words
Adams lighted another OF the
scented villainies, and his clean-shaveu
face wrinkled itself into slow smile
(which means that she has winged
you at sight, suppose, as she does
most men," Then he added, calmly:
sIt's no go"
Whats no go'?"
Adams laughed unfeelingly.
you remind me of the fable abou,
the head-hiding ostrich. Didn't | see
you staring at her as If you were
about to have a fit? But it is JUS
as tell you; it's no go. She ISM
the marrying kind. If you knew her
she'd be nice 10 you till she got 3