The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1907-02-14
ON BOARD THE
FLIER
BY Marion Benton
Copyright. 1905. by Il. c. PARCELS

"We'll take those three seats. sup
pose it's the best you can do. Law.
renee, you sit there. No, noon this
side. There's draft on that side"
But want to see the river" said
the elderly man querulously and with
a gesture akin to throwing aside de-
taining hand, though his horld and
over,lressed wife had not laid 80 much
60 sa--e-.~< ~<sp ivn asss -
II 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.
"No: 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 rend and
which he was enjoying for the first
time
where Is Emilyw asked the hus-
band, now settled unwillingly In the
chair selected for him.
shes making sure that there's a
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
mestic 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 shrlll speech might have
been forgiven on the plea that the hus-
band was evidently very deaf. The
manner was less forgivable. 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, "Parisw
Evidently the couple were going
back to New York after n brief stay
at their lodge In the Catskills. for tie
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
formsT asked the man anxiously.
ITS vestibuled trainw shrleked
his wife. Il told her to stay unfii oil
three OF the dogs had been properly
chained. You remember the time we
came Oh, there she isr'
There was much craning Of necks ns
the third member OF this interesting
party came through the narrow pas
sageway around the drawing room.
Her advent promised further enter
tainmeut to travel bored passengers.
Only one OF the latter did not crane
his neck. He simply sat staring at the
girl. his hands gripped hard on the
arms Of the chair.
She was n slender, refined looking
girl. dressed In black from her dull
calfskin ties to her stifiIy tailored tray-
cling hat. At her throat and wrists
were fine linen bands. Marston recall.
cd with a shudder that a maid who
Ind opened the door for him at fash.
ionable Denver home had worn just
such black frock with white bands.
The girl carried bundle Of canes,
umbrellas and golf sticks. AZ she
tilted them In the corner beside the
elderly man she said something to him
which he seemed 20 hear. though she
did not follow his wife's example and
raise her voice. lie settled back with
q contented air.
There's your chair. Emily" said the
woman, waving ber hand across the
aisle. The girl turned. stepped across
the aisle, looked nj Asrston. caught |
her breath sharply and sank into Der
chair. which she wheeled 20 that her |
back was turned squarely upon him.
by this time David had recovered
thought and speech. He rose, deilb.
erately walked In front Of the girl and
extended his hand
-Don't tell me that q mere trifie like
J beard makes me unrecognizabie. Ein
ny should have known you even "
you had dyed your hair"