Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-01-18

The other day an old man, gray OF
beard and temple. sat in neat car
rage behind the union station, busy
keeping breedy looking span of young
horses quiet. when a street car came
down Third avenue. or switch en-
CINE pulled Importantly past on the
adjacent tracks. 1t was train time ana
The old man was evidently expecting
some one. for his eyes roved always
from the fretting roadsters east to the
yard limits. 1t was easy to see that
he was waiting for some one very GEAR
to him, for his eyes and the express
sion of his face when they sought the
expected train had that look of eager
tender expectancy that men wear un-
der such circumstances. The "Mouser
Around had it all figured out that
Mother had been presiding for a
month or 50 over the household of
zone OF the Girls" pending new and
interesting event in the daughters
.amily. in which that daughter was
personally and Immediately concerned,
md that Father" unused to her abb
sence, was waiting for the wrinkled
wife of fort. years much as he used
nearly a half century before to wait
for the saucy. blooming girl whose
crowsfeet were all before her.
Well it came; an ostrich plume of
smoke broke into the horizon down at
Twelfth avenue. There was a long,
shrill whistle, the grinding of brakes,
md the hiss of air as the Westing-
house released. And she came, step
ping confidently down and across the
platform. a bright handsome, self
poised young woman with suit case
in her hand and the beauty of young
wifehood in her face She knew where
she was going. Straight thru the front
doors of the ladies' room, out thru the
back, without a side glance right or
left. The old man came out over the
wheel with incredible quickness His
face was working, and compared to
the virile magnifcence of the woman
ne looked very old and gray. She drop
ped that suit case and the way she
took her old father in her strong young
arms. the look on her face as she kissed
him, and the autter of her hand as she
held him close and patted his crooked
shoulders, was a beautiful thing to see
1t was mercy that the colts didn't
run away Then the masterful young
woman threw her suit case in the back
seat. bundled father in and climbed
in beside ,him in front. and the colts
sprang into their stride as the reins
released. AS they swung north or Sec
ond they were going some." but neith-
err father nor daughter seemed to no.
tice She had one arm around the old
man, and neither had seen or heard
anything but one another since the
girl came thru the door at the union
station.
Gallantry toward women is charac-
teristic among; soldiers. If any ques-
ton of this axiom were. to be raised
the West Main street car run would
afford proof OF its absolute correctness
any evening or morning when the
members of tae Home and the "girls
who work" are on their way down town
or returning home. No woman stands
while an old soldier sits. Seventy OF
seventeen, the entry of female into
a crowded West Main car is the rising
signal for any number of old veterans
All this is very gallant and common
dable but the NIouSer sees two sides two
it, Why should an old man-and the
members of the Home are all old-give