Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1907-05-08
ON BOARD THE
FLIER
BY Morton Benton
Copyright. 1906. by +. G. PARCELS
BY Marion Benton

well take those three seats. / sup
pose it's the best you can do. Law
renee, you sit there. No. no-on this
side. There's draft on that side"
But / want to see the river" said
the elderly man ENORMOUSLY and with
a gesture akin TO throwing aside de-
tanning hand, though his forid and
overdressed wife had not laid so much
as a finger tip on his arm.
IL tell you there's draft on that
side" she said sharply.
'Well, you don't want TO sit in a
draft either" persisted her husband.
mo; Emily can sit there. She is
young. Drafts won't hurt her.
David Marston raised his paper sud
denly TO hide the smile that would
come. He was sitting on the drafty
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 lie was enjoying for the first
time.
"Where is Emily" asked the hus
band, now settled unwillingly in the
chair selected for him.
shes making sure that there's a
after the dogs. Shell be along in a
minute
BY this time David Marston was not
the only passenger interested in the do
nestle drama. Every man aud woman
in the car had laid aside paper or book,
reused TO attention by the piercing
tones and dominating bearing Of the
woman. The shrll speech might have
been forgiven on the plea that the hus-
band was evidently very deaf. The
manner was less forgivable. Newly
acquired riches were 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, Parish
Evidently the couple were going
back to New York after a brief stay
mt their lodge in the Catskills, for the
limited had stopped at the small town
close TO fashionable mountain fast
Desses on special orders.
you don't think anything will hap
pen TO Emily trying to cross the plat
formsr' asked the man anIiously.
Its vestibuled train.' shrieked
his wife. IL told her to stay until all
three OF the dogs had been properly
chained. You remember the time we
came Oh, there she isr'
There was much crsning Of necks as
ahe third member OF this interesting
party came through the narrow pas
sAseway around the drawing room
Her advent promised further enter
taipmeut TO travel bored passengers.
Only one Of the latter did not crane
NJ meek. He simply sat staring at the
siTl, biz hands srtpped hard on the
arms Of the chair.
She ives . slender, refined looking
niPl, dressed In black from her dull
ealfskin ties to her stiniy tailored trsv-
cling hat. At her throat and wrists
wore npe linen bands. Asrston recall
ed with 3 shudder that maid who
rad opened the door for him Mt fash
ionsbie Denver home had worn Just
such black frock 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 wifes example and
raise her voice. He settled back with
q contented air.
''Theres your chair. Emily" said the
woman, waving her hand across the
aisle. The girl turned. stepped 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. lie rose. delib.
erately walked In front of the girl and
extended his hand.
Don't tell me that mere trine like
n beard makes me unacceptable. En-
lily. ] should have known you even II
you had dyed your hair"
The girls hand lay Imply in his.
then she pulled herself together and
Withdrew IT,.
'Oh. / knew you at once But the
shock
precisely. II was shock to me
TO find you with them"
The gesture was slight, but Emily
Hunt knew what he meant, and her
cheeks crimsoned.
IL can explain
let me turn your chair around so
we can talk" Marston suggested, and
a moment later they sat side by side.
facing the river bank, their backs TO
Miss Emily's employer. who smiled in
baffied curiosity and gazed their way
through jeweIed lorgnon.
oh. the story IL short enough" said
Emily bitterly. Selling dsubs and
tsachiDg youngsters In a Colorado town
aDe making good witb your brush In