Democratic messenger., 1908-11-07

turn him down. he argued. and some
how each days glance into the soft
gray eyes assured him this fate would
not be his
In the meantime Betty was doing
her share Of thinking aud planning.
and at last she wrote To Miss Gwendo.
lin Graves, who conducted the Heart
and Home page Of the Evening Blazer.
when IA young man Is 80 desperately
In love with you that II just shines
out Of his eyes and beams IN his
SMILE but you don't know him or any
one who does know him. but just see
him every day on your way to work,
what do you do? He might toss you
n note but then every one on the
train would see II and think you were
iilrt. and not for worlds would you
toss him n note" Aud there was
stamped and addressed envelope, and
please would Miss Gwcndolin write
very soon?
And Miss Gwendolin did. for the lit
tie letter had the ring OF self respect
and sincerity In II. But. alas. Miss
Gwendolln wrote that the man would
find a way II he really loved her, as
his eyes proclaimed. and a certain fate
was probably working this very min
ute to bring them together Above all
things. Betty was not to worry. Things
would come out right.
Not a very satisfactory or practical
reply Yet Betty took comfort and
carried II In her purse all day II fate
was really ut work she would try to
wait and be patient but Jimsie's ador-
ing eyes made this very hard indeed.
That night she slept with the little
note under her pillow and the next
morning tucked II back into her purse.
As the long train pulled on 10 the tres
tie she took fresh grip on the purse.
II somehow seemed connecting link
between herself and the man who she
knew would be waiting for her by the
weather beaten shanty.
Were ever eyes so brown as his or
teeth SO white and regular? Then her
thoughts came to n sudden grinding.
terrifying stop. There was something
wrong. They We're not slowing up as
they approached the little shanty, hut
racing Oh with madness which broke
all rules and regulations.
Then screams arose Men rushed TO
the front of the ear They seemed to
be lifted into space. then horrible
noises. shricks. curses and an awful
plunge. Il blow that she hardly felt.
because II was so terrific and black
ness
When she woke up, she looked
straight into the brown eyes Of which
she had been dreaming when the blow
fell.
Darling he was saying and her
eyes went open very wide despite the
dreadful pain in her head-'darling
thought I'd never get to you. Tell me
you're alive. Tell me you amt hurt
much. Tell me you love me-!
Betty gasped. Fate must have been
very busy while she slept She reached
for her purse and touched her dress.
now drenched with water. She reached
for her hat 1t was gone and her hair
was dripping water too. Then She
realized that the owner OF the brown
eyes was dripping likewise
Something went wrong The train
went through the draw" he explained
rapidly There's lot drowned. and
the ambulances are coming They'll
take you away, and I've got 10 90.
They'll take you TO the hospital cause
your head is cut. but first you tell me
you're all right-you're going 10 get
we'll. Aud what's your name? I'm
coming to the hospital tonight See
MY names Betty Larned. and
guess | amt hurt much. but you can't
come 10 the hospital. We've never
been introduced" She felt very faint
The clatter OF an ambulance tearing
around the bank made Jlmsie jump.
and he gathered her close to his arms
In the midst OF the awful scene OF
wreckage and death
Say. this amt the time for being
fussy." he murmured earnestly Il
love you, and | thought | was going TO
lose you. I'm coming TO the hospital
soon as get or See
Betty looked up into the big brown
eyes. and n Autterlng smile crept
around her white lips.
Yes. dear" she said and closed her
eyes.
The ambulance surgeon bent over
her.
"I'll take care OF her." he said sharp
ly TO Jimsie.
Jmsle laid the unconscious form be-
side another In the ambulance. Then
he gripped the young surgeons sleeve.
Say. you be careful with her. She's
my girl. See.'
Dickens inclination 10 Mimiery.
Charles Dickens, who sent 10 Samuel
Rogers several OF his books who dedi-