The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1907-02-05
BY Marion Benfoa

wen take those, Hree seats. 1 SUP
pose its the best ysa can do. Law.
renee. you sit there. No. noon this
side. There's a draft 90 that sIde.n
but l want to see the river" said
the elderly man queruIoUsIy and With
a gesture akin to throwing aside de,
tanning hand. though bis horid and
eEerJiressed wife had not laid 50 mueh
as finger tip on his arm.
Il tell you there's a draft on thai
side" she said sharply.
"WelI. you don't want TO, sit In {
draft either" persisted her husband.
'Ho; 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 dEafty
side, 100. right behind the chair in the
parlor car which had raised the dis
custom 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
tins;
Where Is Emay?r asked the hus.
band now settled unwillingly In the
chair selected for him.
She's making sure that there's &
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-ouly passenger interested in the do
nestle drama. Every man and woman
In the car had laid aside paper or book,
FUSED to attention by the piercing
tones and dominating bearing of the
woman. The shrin speech might have
been forgiven on the plea that the hus-
band was evideatly very deaf. The
manner was less forgtvable. Newly
acquired riches were stamped all over
the tightly lhced. 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
at their lodge. in the CatskilIs, for the
limited had stopped at the small town
close to fashionable mountain fast.
nesses on special orders.
you don't think anything win hap
pen to Emily trying to cross the plat.
formsT' asked the man anxlously.
ITS vestibuled trainT' shrieked
his wife II told. her to stay until all
three Of tbs dogs had been properly
chained. You remember the time we
came Oh. there she lsf'
There was much cranlng 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
tainment to. travel bored passengers.
Only one OF the latter did not crane
his neck. He.slmply sat staring at the
girl, hts hands, gripped hard on the
arms OF the chair.
She was a slender. refined booking
girl dressed In black from her dun
calfskin ties To- her sdfly tailored tray.
cling hat At her throat and wrists
were ine linen bands. Marston recall.
ed with shudder that maid who
had opened the, door for him ut a fash.
ionabls Denver home had worn Just
such black trock 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 wIfe's example and
raise her voice. He settled back with
asc0ntented air.
"Theress your chair. EmFfy.- said the
woman, waving her hand across the
aisles The girl turned, stepped across
the aisle, booked at Marston. caught
her breath sharply and sank into her
chair. which she wheeled 50 that her
back was turned squareIy upon him.
BY this time David had recovered
thought and speech. He rose, DELHI
erAtely walked In front Of the girl and
extended bis hand.
Don't tell me that q mere trifie like
a beard makes me unacceptable, EN-
lily. | should have known you even II
1ou had dyed your hair
The girls hand lay Imply in his,
then she pulled herself together and
withdrew it.
+oh. l knew yOu at once. But the
shoek"-
Precisely. 1t was a shock to me
10 fnd 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
moment later they sat side by side.
facing the river bank. their backs TO
Miss EmIly's employer, who smiled In
bafied curiosity and gazed their way
through Jeweled lorgnon.
ooh, the story is short enough said
Emily bitterly. Selling daubs and
teaching youngsters in a COLORADO town
and making good with your brush in
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