The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1906-09-29
THE GIRL IN THE CAR
By EILEEN FARLEY

Dillingham; wondered whether any
body had ever discovered that tiny
dent of dimple near her left eye that
winked at him wickedly when she
laughed.
mo one could ever call you plain
Mary" he said, absently, and started
to find himself thinking aloud.
And if perchance, l might wish to
address you-one never knows what
may happen-what-" her dancing
eyes questioned him.
For ease in conversation I'm Rich
ard" he assured her. Just poor
Richard"
Poor Richard in an automobile"
she laughed,
He ordered sweets with the coffee
and she mun1hed them with the aban-
don Of CHI Id. Then with sudden
return to So hool-sirl naiveto, she ex-
claimed, as she filled her wisp OF
handkerchief with almonds:
"Oh, dear | forgot that plaguey old
school. And now I've got TO so back.
The girls will be just crazy when |
tell them. And I'm going to take
those to prove it. 1t was a lovely din
ner. And you've been lovely, too
Then she added slowly, What must
you think of mel"
What must he think of her. Dilling-
ham wondered if she would be very
angry if he told her all that he
thought-abo the Pickering dent or
a dimple a1a Tue sweet harshness OF
her voice and tse ,antah2ing witchery
of her eyes ard the pointed oval OF
her chin-and--oh, well
But it is what you think of me
that is worrying me- he finally as
sured her, forgetfUl of the fatherly adj
vice.
Il want to go home" said the girl,
and at the unsteadiness of her tones
Dillingham; jumped up repentantly.
When Dillingham; returned three
minutes after, the littc table looked
desolate with its disariay of emptied
dishes. He looked about uncertainty.
Where she | ad sat pink coral stick
| pin stabbed Z torn corner af the menu
card to the Fable. He picked it up
! and read:
Il never saw Grayham Ml,nor. There
is no Annabet Morris. You were
only you--and nicer than | deserved.
1t was all-ticLon-eXcept that ! was
hungry-with no prospect Of dinner
tonight or breakfast tomorrow. Good
by. Plain Mary"
Dillingham; wondered next day and
again at intervals all the succeeding
week why she was hungry, and his
heart stood still at the thought that
she might be hungry at the moment OF
his thinking in some obscure corner OK
the city.
| Then one night, glot my and morose,
he dropped into the Modern theater
to watch the opening night of new
comedy. Listless he watched bizarre
ballet in mismatched stockings and
powdered wigs come prancing on,
| Then his glance wandered restlessly
over the audience and back again TO
| the stage.
And there-winking disappearing,
| winkins again, in the face OF girl at
| the end of the front row was tiny
| dent of dimplc near the left eye-a
dimple which he foolshly felt he
owned by right of discovery
An hour later she walked swiftly
from the stage entrance, her manner
stifIiy repellant, and ignoring the wait
ing groups of men about the door.
One lifted his hat and smiled broadly
at her
silly idiot" she murmured beneath
her breath, as she escaped his hear
| ing.
Naughty, naughty, plain Mary
voice chided in her ear, and she
wheeled suddenly, rosy from chm TO
! forehead.
OF course, in the saffron journals u
was headed "Millionaire's Romance
Begun at Stage Door Ends in Orange
blossoms" but Dillingham;, himself,
knew from the first that the stage
door was really the finish.
Copyright, 1906, by Daily Story Pub. Coz