The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1908-05-14


DILwoOD.
fully, as if there was plenty of time
for everything.
"Uh-m," said Mr. Dilwood in an
eloquent half voice
The girl in front Of him, who had
been anXiously eying the same bulle
tin, grasped the arm of the small boy
with her.
"Oh, dear" she walled, 81 never was
so dead tired of waiting in my life. IL
] only knew he would be sure to come
it wouldn't seem 50 bad. 1t will be
half past before the train gets in
now, Bobbie Let's go In the cafe and
get some hot chocolate. I'm going to
drink mine Il spoonful at time and
count ten between each sip to help
make that hour pass, for I've read ev-
cry magazine on the stand"
The hot chocolate evidently appealed
TO BObbie. Dilwood saw him lead the
way toward the cafe with an absolute
Indifference to the failure of time
schedules.
When Dilwood stopped at the cash
iers desk later to pay for a cigar the
girl came to settle for the chocolate
that had fallen decidedly short Of Oc-
cupying an entire hour.
DilwOod, lighting his cigar at the
lighter, spoke to the cashier, That
western train has had time for a full
sized wreck
Ia itI's ilnt tod nd hnt trHn n
suddenly, utterly obliviOus of his being
an unintroduced man. Did you say
the western train had been wrecked"
she asked breathIessy.
mo, mol Don't be frightened. l
was merely joking about the long
wait" he FASTENED to assure her. She
gave the cashier u thirty cent check
and bill and in her excitement rush
ed off without the change to see with
her own eyes the latest bulletin. Dn-
wood smiled at the cashier.
oh, these women" he said whimsi-
cally. IF you will lay that change
aside, will tell her to come for 1t be-
fore she leaves"
I'm sorry | gave you such fright"
he said when he found her peering
through the bars down the track.
I'm always expecting n wreck-it's
one of my horrors" The casual friend
lineSs of her tone showed a childish
Indifference to his being u stranger.
Perhaps you haven't lived in city
long" he ha2ardcd, an indefinite some
hi T., tbnk otk
ways were strange to her.
"Oh, yes-ages-tWo years" Her
eyes We're still focused on a distant
point on the track
Diwood found himself possessed of
an amount Of curiosity foreign to him.
The piquanCy of her face, vibrating
with the joy of living, yet frank to
childish degree, fascinated him.
Il you don't mind my talking to you
and-Bobbie," he suggested, smiling
into the friendly face of the boy, who
had been taking stock of him admiring-
ly, Dilwood knew he had good
tailor and was gratified to see that he
had at least made a good impression
on Bobbie.
The boys smile broadened.
You won't find talking to my sister
a hard job She does it all herself" he
winked sociably.
''Now, Bobbie Tisdale you are al
ways pretending that talk too much
and that | can begin in the year one
and bring history up to date in an
hours conversation
DilwOod patted Bobbie on the back
with an affection not generally ELECTED
by small boys but he no longer looked
upon Bobbie as a small boy. He was
a method of procedure. II hope, then,
you will consider that you have known
me at least fifteen minutes and will
skip the creation, the fall of Rome, the
civil war and a few other items and
bring history far enough down to date
to tell me more-f friendly things"
'In the beginning | accepted a posi-
ton under the civil service and moved
to Washington and put Bobble in the
public schools, where he played foot
ball the first part of the term and fall
ed In Latin the second part thereof"
she laughed.
THERE told you she could tell