The Democratic advocate., 1908-12-04
Fl Matter Of
Conventions
By CLARISSA MACKIE.
Copyrighted, 1908, by Associated
Literary Press.
By CLARISSA MACKIE.

The train screamed it's way through
the valley, grunted up the steep in
cline and came to a standstill before
the ramshackle little station. 1t paus-
ed while two passengers alighted, and
then it hurried off. as If it was glad to
get away from such an insignificant
stopping place.
Elsie Lansing accepted her leather
bag from the taciturn station agent,
who at the same time pushed a suit
case toward the other traveller, tall
Young man buttoned up in a gray ul-
ster.
'Stage here for GreentopT queried
the latter, picking up his grip.
"Not this day" returned the agent
grimly. "Jim Laidlaw, he seems to
think Saturdays made special SOS he
can git a little drunker'n usual! II
you amt expected, you'll have to
walk!' With which remark he slam
med the station door and turned the
key.
"Let me see-it's twelve miles to
Greentop, isn't tt" asked the stranger
thoughtfully.
''Twelve and a half. Straight road
ahead" The agent tramped away
across the platform and disappeared
inside small cottage perched on the
high bank above the tracks.
Elsie Lansing looked obviously at
the frozen road stretching away be-
tween pine clad heights, family touch
ed with the early morning sun. She
had Travelled all night and had tele-
graphed for her newly acquired broth
er-in-law to meet her.
There was no sign of the white mo-
tor car which had been part of the
bridal equipment and which was to
speed her to the Eyrie, in the Green
mountains, away from civilization and
its attendant comforts.
'1f you are going to Greentop, per-
nit me to carry your bag" said the
young man, lifting his hat. ''It is
stiff walk, but perhaps it will stimu-
late an appetite for dinner
"You are very good" replied Elsie
pleasantly, "but my bag is not heavy,
and 1 can easily carry it myself"
Without further conversation they
left the station and made their way
along the road in the shadow Of the
pines.
1t was a crisp day, with a tang of
early winter in the breath of the north
wind. 1t was an invigorating day, with
it's strong scent of pine and balsom, the
rattle of crisp, dry cones and the sweet
purity of mountain air.
The stranger walked on ahead with
long, swinging strides. His head was
bent thoughtfully, and it was quite evi-
dent that he had forgotten the girl,
who was struggling to keep pace with
ceived her.
Il must ask your pardon!' he cried
commiseratively. Il forgot-that is,
did not realize how fast l was walk
ing. Let me take your bag You are
very tired
He took it from her unresisting hand
and looked down at the delicate cheek,
paler by contrast of the fringing dark
lasheS.
81 hope it isn't much farther" she
admitted ruefully. II have been i'll,
and my strength is fickle.''
He stopped and looked about him.
They had come to slight opening in
the forest, where the sun streamed
over fallen tree trunks and glinted on
the surface Of tiny brook that wound
its way across the road
I'VE will rest here" he said, with
note of authority in his voice. ''It is
a good deal farther. We have come
perhaps three miles If you will let
me take you back to the station l will
return to Greentop and procure a con-
veyance of some Sort
NO." she objected, sinking YEARLY
on to a fallen log. 81 will be rested
presently. You see, 1 didn't eat any
breakfast, and"-
''No breakfastv' he echoed blankly.
81 don't wonder you are tired. Wait
minute, pleasew He knelt down before
his suit case and unlocked it. From it's
depths of masculine apparel he brought
forth small alcohol stove, a bottle of
the necessary liquid and a small tin of
beef extract.
Elsie watched him with amused in
terest. With deft fingers he filed and
lighted the lamp and opened the tin of
extract. II wonder if he is a drum
mer and is demonstrating some of his
waresv'
But there was something in the
mans thin, intellectual face, with it's
nearsighted blue eyes behind thick
glasses, that belied her estimate. There
was vague familiarity about his
movements that puzzled her.
Here" he said, approaching her
with small silver drinking cup.
"drink this. please"
"You are very kind indeed" she
said gratefully, slipping the hot LIQUID
81 am afraid / am depriving you of
your luncheon
He threw back his head and laughed
heartily. Elsie liked the laugh and
decided that she liked the man.
Excuse me, but you must think
I'm an old maid to be travelling
about with that equipment" he said.
"You see. | have an invalid aunt in
Greentop. These are to rejoice her
neart!'
81 have bonbons in my bag" con-
fessed Elsie. "Shall we eat them?"
Let's" he assented gayly.
When the emDty box had been