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CHAPTER xIV.-continued.

CHAPTER xlv.-continued
Stoddard had left me to go to the
other end of the platform to speak to
some OF the students. followed Pick
ering rather reluctantly to where the
companions of his travels were pacing
to and fro in the crisp morning air.
AS soon as Pickering had got me
we'll under way in conversation with
Taylor, he excused himself hurriedly
and went off, as assumed, to be sure
he station agent had received orders
or attaching the private car to the
Chicago express. Taylor proved to be
supercilious person. believe they
call him Chilly Billy at the Metropoli-
an club,-and our efforts to converse
ladies stood by making no conceal
ment of their impotence. Their eyes
were upon the girls from st. Agatha s
on the other platform, whom they
could see beyond me. / had jumped
the conversation from Indiana farm
values to the recent disorders in Bull
garia, which interested me more, when
Mrs. Taylor, ignoring me, spoke alb,
ruptly to her sister.
That's she-the one in the gray
coat, talking to the clergyman. She
came moment ago in the carriage"
THE one with the umbrella?
.hought you said"
Mrs. Taylor glanced at her sister
warningly, and they both looked at
ne. Then they detached themselves
md moved away. There was some one
IN the farther platform whom they
wished to see, and Taylor, not under
standing their maneuver-he was real
ly anxious, think, not to be left alone
with me-started down the platform
after them, 1 following. Mrs. Taylor
and her sister walked to the end of
the platform and looked across, bis
cult toss away, to where Stoddard
stood talking to the girl had already
heard described as wearing a gray
coat and carrying an umbrella.
The girl in gray crossed the track
quickly and addressed the two women
cordially. Taylor's back was to her
and he was growing eloquent in mild
well-bred way over the dullness of our
statesmen in not seeing the advan-
tages that would accrue to the United
States in fostering our shipping indus
try. His wife, her sister and the girl
in gray were so near that could hear
plainly what they were saying. They
were referring apparently to the girls
refusal of an invitation to accompany
them to California.
$50 you can't go-it's too bad! We
had hoped that when you really saw
us on the way you would relent," said
Mrs. Taylor.
"But there are many reasons; and
above all Sister Theresa needs me-"
1t was the voice of Olivia, little
lower, little more restrained than
had known it; but undeniably it. was
she.
"But think of the rose gardens that
are waiting for us out there!" said the
other lady. They were showing her
the Difference that elderly women al.
ways have for pretty girls.
"Alas, and again alas!" exclaimed
Olivia. Please don't make it harder
for me than necessary. But gave my
promise year ago to spend these
holidays in Cincinnati"
She ignored me wholly and after
shaking hands with the ladies returned
to the other platform. 1 wondered
whether she was overlooking Taylor
On purpose to cut me.
Taylor was still at his lecture on the
deeds of our American merchant ma
rine when Pickering passed hurriedly,
crossed the track and began speaking
earnestly to the girl in gray.
"The American flag should command
the seas. What we need is not more
battleships but more freight car.
riers-" Taylor was saying.
But / was watching Olivia Gladys
Armstrong. In long skirt, with her
hair caught up under gray toque that
matched her coat perfectly, she was
not my Olivia of the tam-o'- shanter,
who had pursued the rabbit; nor yet
the unsophisticated school girl, who
had suffered my idiotic babble; nor,
again, the dreamy rapt organist Of the
chapel. She was grown woman with
at least 20 summers to her credit, and
there was about her an air of knowing
the world, and of not being at all a
person one would make foolish speech.
es to. She spoke to Pickering gravely.
Once she smiled dolefully and shook
her head, and / vaguely strove to re-
member where I had seen that look
in her eyes before. Her gold beads,
which had once carried in my pocket,
were clasped tight about the close col.
lar of her dress; and / was glad, very
glad, that l had ever touched anything
that belonged to her.
Who was Olivia Gladys Armstrong
and what was Arthur chickering's bust.
ness with her? And what was 1t she
had said to me that evening when !
had found her playing on the chapel
organ? So much happened that day
that / had almost forgotten, and, in
deed, had tried to forget that made
fool of myself for the edification OF
an amusing little school girl. Then
you prefer to ignore the first time
ever saw you." she had said; but IL
had thought of it at all 1t had been
with righteous self-contempt. Or,
may have flattered my vanity with the
reflection that she had eyed me-her
hero, perhaps-with wistful admira
ton across the wall.
Meanwhile the Chicago express
roared into Annandale and the private
car was attached. Taylor watched
the trainmen with the cool interest OF
a man for whom the proceeding had
no novelty, while he continued to d.
late upon the nations commercial op