The Evening statesman. [volume] (Walla Walla, Wash.) 1903-1910, 1906-04-19

with the bundle. but surely Grandu .
Bradley's cough medicine was innocent
enough in appearance II not in taste.
He glanced across the aisle. The
giant appeared to be sleeping. but ms
Corson turned toward Eunice the man
reused to sudden watchfulness. and
Corson skillfully changed his notion to
suggest that he was merely trying to
look out Of the window. The man wa
suspicious still. but not beIligerenS. and
for the rest of the trip Cofson kept his
eyes fixed on the bell rope and betray.
ed no interest In his companion.
He was hoping there would be an op-
portunity at the station after the giant
had gone his way. but the giant showed
q very evident intention Of squirting
Miss Barbour to the car, and they NOV.
ed down the station platform In single
file, Eunice first. Corson following and
the giant bringing up the rear, ready
to pounce upon Corson at the slightest
chance
Corson boarded the same car as did
the girl, and the giant swung himself
on to the back platform. 1t was evident
that he was thorough In whatever he
undertook, and Corson was not anxious
to give him an excuse. Corson was not
a coward, but he knew how little
chance he would have against a man
who quite evidently was used to rough
and tumbles, so he sat on the edge OF
the seat and stared at the ceiling. while
his busy brain worked at several prob
lens, all looking toward an immediate
understanding with Eunice. They had
had a quarrel once before, and he had
been made miserable for days. He was
resolved to end this as quickly as pos
sible and to that end followed her Oh
the car when her street was reached.
II he had hoped to escape his escort
he was mistaken. for the giant got on.
too, and in the same order as at the
station they proceeded down the street.
Half a block along the Barbours' big
Newfoundland came rushing up the
street to welcome his mistress and.
perceiving a friend in Corson, threw
bis huge bulk against that young man.
There was an exclamation as the
brute dislodged the bottle in Corson's
arms, and the dog went flying up the
street alarmed at the noise.
At the sound Eunice turned, her face
flaming with anger, in belief that Cor
son had struck the dog, but the bottle
at his feet told it's own story, and she
glanced curiously at the dark, viscous
fluid slowly creeping across the side
walk. There was a familiar odOr In
her nostrils and the expression in her
face turned from anger to mirth as she
came toward him.
"Why, Jimmie Corson," she cried,
"was that really some Of your grand
mothers cough sirup"
ut was" he confirmed. II was out
to visit Aunt Betsy. and she made me
bring in the winter supply"
Il had forgotten she lived out Of
town." she laughed, land l thought 1t
was whisky. Why didn't you tell me?"
"A lot of chances you gave me-" he
declared in an injured tone. 'How
could tell you that was more sinned
y
raised a riot when l tried to ask what
the matter was?"
will you forgive me?" she asked
softly, coming closer.
'On one condition." he bargained-
that you say 'Ye,' to the question
asked you Wednesday,"
You said then you would give me a
week." she pleaded.
circumstances alter cases." he de-
creed. is 1t 'Yes|"
1t must have been, for Corson said
"Darling"' so impulsively that it reach
ed the ears of the giant, who had
drawn apart in the faint hope that
there might yet be an excuse for break
ing the little dude in pieces, and as he
wandered back to the car his senti-
ments We're anything but the bless
you, my children" appropriate to the
circumstances.