The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1908-08-12

~I'm sorry. but I'm really afraid
the door is locked-a little formality
the porter saw to. This road is par
ticularly kind to newly-married pso-
ple"
"Dr. Wickham," her eyes blazed
dangerously as she confronted him,
"are you a fool or a madman?">
Neither, my DEAR" he said. sooth-
hgly; "only this thing has got to
end here, and the only way out of 1t
is for you to promise to marry me.
Will your" Again Miss Harmed could
only gasp.
"You see, these people are mainly
are personally acquainted with our
families (may the Lord forgive me),"
he said under his breath, "and there
is really no other way out of it. Will
you, Eugenia? You see, our family
has known yours for generations, and
1t is truly not so bad, and-and l
love you, Eugenia. Say yes."
His arm was like iron about her.
The people in the coach sat with eyes
turned discreetly away. She looked
up at his broad shoulders, his fine
head, and reluctantly into his serious
blue eyes. She had half expected to
find them mocking, but they held her
reluctant ones with a quiet force that
fascinated her. She could not look
away.
"Will you, Eugenia?" he asked.
She could not bring herself to say
either the one thing or the other.
His eyes were searching hers, and she
felt herself yielding irrevocably. She
made last futile effort to get away,
and stopped motionless.
"You will, Eugenia," he said, soft
ly, and bending over he kissed her
full on the lips. He smiled to see the
hot color surge in her face. She
laughed with embarrassment.
Have it your own way" she said
"But, thank heaven, getting engaged
doesn't mean getting married. If
ever get off this train"
you'll marry me-" he said, smiling
down at her.
well, we'll not speak of that now,"
she said, disengaging herself with a
sigh of relief and glancing into the
| car
Yes. time enough when our
friends meet us at Boston," he as
sented, lazily. Have you had enough
fresh air?" he asked, turning toward
tho door opJ apapipa
why - I'll never speak to you
again!" she said, looking at the open
door, "You said it was locked"
"All's fair, you know" he said,
stepping aside for her to pass, and
looking so handsome that she had
not the heart to more than frown.
"I'll say good-by to you for little
while, Mrs. Wickham," he grinned
as he left her in her section.
1t is not known definitely what
Wickham did in the following two
days, but he must have made himself
very engaging, for Eugenia had prom
ised to marry him in the fall, and
they were on good terms when the
train pulled into Back Bay station.
She was stunned to descend into a
very bedlam of old friends and rice
rice everywhere. She threw one van
quished glance at Wickham, who
stood Snug and complacent, his arm
around an elderly woman with nose
glasses, who clung to his coat buttons
with tremulous hands.
"But thought you were going into
further research, Thomas" with a
discounted glance at Miss Harmed.
"Yes, so | have, mother. Come,
meet my wife, and he went toward
Eugenia, who stood expostulating to
the hilarious and utterly incredulous
crowd. He bent over her.
well run out to Cambridge to-
morrow at 10 and have it fixed up"
he said.
She looked at him with relief and
resignation in her eyes.
81 guess we'll have to!"-McCall's
Magazine.