The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1906-11-27
THE EVENING STORY
On Board the Flyer.
(By Marion Benton.)

(By Marion Benton.)
''NNeII take those three seats-J sup
pose it's the best you can do. Law
renee, you sit there. No. no-on this
side There's a draught on that side
But I want TO 81 e the river. aid
the elderly man, cuerulcusly, ana with
gesture akin to throwing aside de-
tanning hand. though his forid and
pverdressed wife had not laid so much
as hnger on his arm.
Il tell you there's a draught on that
side she said, sharply.
well, you don't want to sit in a
draught, either" persisted her nus
band.
NO; Emily can sit there. She Is
young; draughts won't hurt her.
David Marston raised his paper sud
denly to hide the smile that would
come. He was sitting on the draughty
side, too, right behind the chair in the
parlor car which had raised the dis
cussion. He. too, wanted to see the
Hudson, the Palisades and other points
of interest of which he had read. and
which he was enjoying for the first
where is Emily ?" asked the hus-
band, now settled unwillingly in the
chair selected for him.
"She's making sure that there's
nice man in the baggage car to look
after the dogs. She'll be along in a
minute
By this time David Marston was not
the only passenger interested in the do
nestle drama. Every man and woman
in the car had laid aside paper or book,
reused to attention by the piercing
tones and dominating bearing of the
woman. The shrill speech might have
been forgiven on the plea that the hus-
band was evidently very deaf. The
manner was less forgiveable Newly
acquired riches we're stamped all over
the tightly laced, middle-aged figure
The characterless face. due to much
electric massaging, spoke of hours
spent with beauty experts. Her frock,
wrap and hat shrieked Paris"
Evidently the couple were going
back to New York after a brief stay
at thei~ lodge in the Catskills, for the
limited had stopped at the small town
close to fashionable mountain fast
nesses on special orders
you don't think anything will hap
pen to Emily, trying to cross the plat
forms :" asked the man. anxiously.
ITS vestibuled trainl' shrieked.
His wife. Il told her to stay until all
three Of the dogs had been properly
Grained. You remember the time we
came Oh. there she isl"
There was much craninE OF necks
as the third member of this interest
ing party came through the narrow
passaseway around the Crs wing room.
Her advent promised further enter
tainment to travel bored passengers.
only one of the latter did not crane
his neck He simply sat staring at the
girl ms DanQS ETlpRCQ ndIQ Ol4 liz
arms of the chair.
She was 81 slender, refined looking
girl, dressed in black, from her dull
caifskin ties t" her stsff1y tailored tray-
cling hat At her throat and Wrists
" ere fine linen bands Marston re-
called with a shudder that maid
who mad opened the az or for him at a
fashionable Denver home had worn
just such black Crock with white
bands
The girl carried a bundle of canes,
umbrellas and golf sticks. AS she tilted
them in the corner beside the elderly
man she said something to him which
he seemed to hear. though she did not
follow his wife's example and raise her
voice. He settled back with a con-
tented air.
There's your chair. Emily" said
the woman. waving her hand across
across the aisle, looked at Marston,
caught her breath sharply and sank
into her chair, which she wheeled so
that her back was turned squarely
upon him.
By this time David had recovered
thought and speech. He rose, delib-
erately walked in front Of the girl and
extended his hand.
Don't tell me that mere trihe like
a beard makes me unacceptable, En-
lily. I should have known you, even II
you had dyed your hair"
The girls hand lay Imply in his,
then she pulled herself together and
@oh. I knew you at once. But the
shock"
Precisely. It was a shock to me
to find you with them"
The gesture was slight, but Emily
Hunt knew what he meant. and her
cheeks crimSOned-
81 can explain"
Let me turn your chair round so
we can talk" Marston suggested, and
a moment later they sat side by side,
facing the river bank, their backs to
Miss Enily's employer, who smiled in
bafhed curiosity and gazed their way
through a jeWeled lorgnon-
"Oh, the story is short enough" said
Emily. bitterly SELLING daubs and
teaching youngsters in Colorado town
and making good with your brush in
New York city are entirely different
or real work. and So"
Being companion to a woman of
her caliber is real work. Ell ~
"She is really very kind at heart.
and Mr.. Mcguire is just lovely to me-
At this juncture Mr.. Mcguire was
shaken with a violent coughing SPELL
Emily" exclaimed Mrs. Mcguire.
sharply, where's the cough medi-
cine %
But Emily Hunt was already digging
into her employers bag
Deity she poured the medicine and
turned to bring glass of water. Mars
ton was at her heels, his own drink
ing cup filled to the brim-
Thanks Mr.. Mcguire took such a
dreadful cold while we were at Groton
Lodge"
The invalid was recovering from the
paroxysm and there was nothing for
Emily to do but introduce David to her
Employers.
Mr.. Mcguire extended a trembling
hand. Mrs. Mcguire raised her lorg-
"From Chicago? In pork. sup
pose p
David's eyes twinkled. even as Emily
Hunts cheeks colored.
"No-not exactly-in the law for