Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-12-10

q milk train due presently If I was
 mighty anxious.
 A milk train sounded innocent and
 suitable 10 a girl travelling alone. but
 even If it hadn't l should have been
 thankful rO go in it. l couldn't buy
 ticket. it appeared, in the ordinary
 way. but when the milk train came
 my man introduced me to another.
 Perhaps he was a milkman; anyway
 he seemed 10 have authority and hc said as q favor Nivacc and I could be taken. He was nice person, and he talked a great deal after the train had given several false starts and at last had got off. l sat oh my bag, as l had on the docks, in a bare. curious car, which really belonged to the milk. and sometimes when we bumped l should have fallen on the floor if it hadn't been for him. He told me all about himself, and wanted to be told all about me, but I thought nice as he was, 1t would be safer not He asked leading questions which it was hard to keep from answering unless l hurt his feelings, but l think he somehow got the impression that I was going to see sick relative, though I never eX- actiy said so.
 I don't know what time l should have got to New York if I had had to travel all the way with the milk, for milk. it seems, objects to speed, but after we had logged along for a couple of hours, we Crawled into a station where a real train was ready to start There were just five minutes to say farewell to my friend and buy ticket when, all flushed and panting. 1 found myself and Nivace and the bag In q car different from any had seen yet It had no nice easy chairs and plate glass mirrors and wire nettlngs in the windows, like the one in which I'd travelled to Newport but there were two rows of seats, and when the train moved a cloud of coal smoke poured in through the door at the front end. Babies sQualled, children whined and their faces grew black and damp with llIlSt'l Ntl 'tilll ltul VI llllt Slu" IlNl' people scolded. but dea4 old lady got into my seat before long and just be cause I helped her with n bandboA, she made me q present of a huge peach. I was thankful to have it. for by this time l was cOllapsing with hunger, having been up all night without any thing to eat.
 The peach made me think of Mir Brett and the little basket he had sent me on the docks. Then this thought suggested another He had said he would do anything for me that was in his power. and if he were still in New York 1t was in his power to help mo d good deal. He could tell me how much 1t would cost to go 10 Chicago, and he could show me how 10 get there,
 I really believe that nt first I hadn't had thought of seeing him, but once 1t had got into my head welcomed it. begged 1t to sit down and make itself at home
 l could have clapped my hands with joy when I saw the Grand Central sta tion and the delightful cafe all lait porters with their red caps. It looked as familiar and comforting as If I'd passed through a hundred times in- stead of once, and l had the nice feel ing that now something pleasant was sure to happen, which one has when one first arrives in Paris.
 Yivace frightened up, too and he took me out, rather than I him I vas ill such q hurry to get away, for far Potter might have come after me hy quick train and he looking somewhere that I flow along with my bag and Nlvacc without waiting for porter I followed other people out of the sta ton. with the intention of finding q rab and driving to the club where Nr. Brett was employed; but though there were dozens of hausOms drawn I'D by the pavement. they had the air of being private ones. Ii did seem queer that 50 many people should have private han sons waiting for them at this particu- lar hour Git was half past 12,, but the drivers. win their tall shiny hats, smart coats and br'ght. clever faces. the glitter of the harness, the ncWnCsS l of the cab Things and appointments all forbade any other thought. l wan ! dered WiStfully along the line, wonder ing f there were no public cOnveyanrcs of any kind at tho Grand Central be ! sides he trans. which were as appall- :. ing as q procession of African lions When came to the end I cauCht the eye Of Il well croomed young man in q pale gray topcoat, looking down from his high seat at the back of a dark green hanson with great round port holes knocked in the sides, and it struck ne that there was pity kiudling in his glance. l snatched at the ray as if it had been that everlasting straw which always seems to be bObbiug about when an author is drowning one . of his characters.
 Do you think there is anybody who could drive ne" l inquired meekly.
 You bet. miss" said he. I'm en- gagged myself or I'd be only too pleased, but you just speak 10 that other gen tleman there" with an encouraging jerk of his sleek head toward the next vehicle Hell take you anyw here you want to go" 1
 Are you sure it isn't a private han som?' I breathed up to him in low. voice, for the cab he indi- cated was even finer than his, and Stan