The daily Alaskan., 1907-03-27

side There's draft on that side"
 But want to see the river" sait the elderly man qucrVlously and witt a gesture akin to throwing aside de taining hand. though his tiorid anC overdresscd wife had not laid so muct as q finger tip on his arm.
 "I tell you there's draft on thai side" she said sharply.
 Well, you don't want to sit in ( draft either" persisted her husband.
 No; Emily can sit there. She ls young. Drafts won't hurt her
 David Marston raised his paper sud denly % 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 he was enjoying for the first time.
 Where is Emily" asked the hus band, now settled uuwI!lingly in the chair selected for him.
 shes making sure that there's 3 nice man in the baggage car to look after the dogs. Shell he along in g minute"
 By this time David Marston was no' the only passenger interested in the Gn 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 forgiyable. Newly acquired riches were stamped all over the tightly laced, middle aged figure The characterless face. due 10 much electric massaging, spoke of hours spent with beauty experts. Her frocE, wrap and hat Shrieked, "Paris.'
 Evidently the couple were going back to New York after a brief stay at their lodge in the CatSkills, for the limited had stopped at the small town close to fashionable mountain fast neSseS Ou special orders.
 You don't think anything will hap pen to Emily trying to cross the plat forms:" asked the man anXiously.
 Its ycStibuled train." Shrickei hls wife. T told her to stay until all three of the dogs had been properly chained. You remember the time we came OE. there she ls"'
 There was much craning of necks as 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 a slender, refined looking girl dressed in black from her dull calfSkin ties to her StifIly tailored trav. cling hat. At her throat and wrists were fine linen hands. MarSton recall ed with a Shuddcr that a maid who had opened the door for him at fash louahle Denver home had worn just such a black froCk with white bands.
 The girl carried a bundle of cane-, 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 cOntentrd air.
 "Thcre'S 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. He rose, deli0. erately walked in front of the girl and extended his hand.
 Don't tell me that merP trihe Ike a beard makes me unrecognizaOle, Elm Ily. should have known you even Ii you had dyed your hair
 The girls hand lay limply in his then she pulled herself together and withdrew it.
 "Oh. 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 be meant, and her cheeks crilnsoned.
 T can explain
 "Let nre 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 sniffed in baffled curiosity and gazed their way through jeweled lOrgnon.
 "Oh. the story Is short enough, said Emily bitterly. Selling daubs and teaching youngsters in a Colorado town and making good with your brush in New York city are entirely different propositions. saw it was starvation or real work and so'-
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