Bisbee daily review. [volume] (Bisbee, Ariz.) 1901-1971, 1908-11-22

EAEA84 Miss Montague bougnt odly
NV & paper Then she walked leisurely
4 the length Of the train and select
ed an empty irst-class carriage
Into this, preceded by obliging
porter who arranged her three bags artlsteally,
she stepped, and adding her golf cape to the
porterfs handiwork, she gave him shilling with
smile and proceeded to ensconee herself IN
corner seat comfortably
Miss Montague was Just thirty. She didn { iook
it. A fortnight of balmy Somersetshire AIR com
ing as a break after the strenuous but regular
routine OF journalistic work IN London had
fecked her cheeks with becoming pink and
frightened her earnest-some people called them
sad-eyes. But she did lock what she was-a
woman with purpose-a woman to whom HE
had been both kind and cruel.
The first was evident in the undoubted AR OF
sffiaenee about her. The second IN the untul
filed expression of her face in repose 1t was
obvious that the successful writing OF short stories
and articles had not entirely satisfied her. She
opened one of her bags and proceeded to ex-
tract therefrom pencil and notebooks
BEG pardon, miss. there be a train at three
Sve-goes straight through without er STOP
Thought p'rsps you'd like TO wait, miss"
It was the porter refreshed by his unusually
inflated tip, and anxious to show 1t.
81 think not, thanks!" said Miss Montague'
II may well be here as wait at the station
row I'm settled. I've plenty to do.
Eyes miss
The porter was interrogatiyely agreeable.
az don't expect you'll get anyone In TIL
Swim" He was in the act of continuing when
his words received the he direct by the advent
OF an eminently respectable young person, iead-
ing a little girl by the hand.
The eminently respectable person, who looked
sgitated paused outside Miss Moptagues car
rage, hesitated, requested the obliging porter
somewhat CURLY to move, and finally lifted the
little girl in.
upon her miss" she said very deferentialy to
Miss Montague. She's going to Swindon, and
none of US can be spared TO go with her. She
won't be any troubie-she's good little one
Aren't you, Miss Florence? ...
"'Ess." said Miss Florence, with conviction
Miss Florence might have been hve-she might
have been six. She clasped a goliwog Of pecu-
LARRY hideous appearance, and her gathered legs
stuck stiffly out across the cushions OF the car
riage That was Miss Montsgues hrst inpres-
sion.
Later on she became conscious that Miss Flor
enee was a compound OF brightly tinted cheeks
enormous brown eyes, many caPes and eoquet,
ish Puritan bonnet tied beneath very dimpied
chin.
While she was absorbing these details, wins
tie shrieked. The porter OutsIde-no doubt
little aggrieved-shouted sulkly that If the emf
nently respectable young person didn't intend &c
be carried on, she must come out Of it.
She made ready to come out of it, accordingly
with little Hurried Shrek dabbing a kiss meant
for Miss Florence's face on to the bow OF the
Puritan bonnet. Final doors banged-the ag
gressive noise Of escaping steam mingled WITT
steady pouf-pouf of the engine.
The eminently respectable young person dis
appeared abruptly. She was lifted out back
wards; but whether her frantic gestures signitet
thanks TO herself or annoyance with the porter
Miss Montague never discovered. She was lef
alone with her charge
Now abe adoTed children. adored them tim
idly, and with little vague thrills of rapturou
longing They were part of her unfulhllednes'
She looked across very kindly at the child VII
sat facing her, and decided that more fasc
mating one she had seldom seen.
If golden dream-ten years old now, alas!-
had gone on to its right realization, she Nigh
have been the mother Of just such a winsom
scrap Of humanity this.
The thought filed her mind, and she sat siler
for few moments with her eyes on her sma
eompanicn But her small companion obvious
disliked scrutiny and was prepared for conve
kation.
srWbat's YOUR name please2" she asked.
"Forence." said Miss Montague, waking
realities and smiling, "the same as yours"
Apparently uninpressed by this Asttering fac
Florence junior changed the conversation a
ruptly.
dD'y yike goIliwogs?" she asked
81 think they're sweet" said Miss Montagu
hypocritieaily.
yitinelv His names Joi"
Mss Montague buried her lips obediently
the hard. unresponsiyeness of Jos face.
Grandpa gave him me- Els gone away no
grandpa has"
"IndeedP
ayes; vented re day before yesterday. Coz
saws she hopes be had gone aloft, but Collins
he's the butler-doesn't think He says ste
rant never be bent only in furnace.