The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1908-09-30
Remarkable Dispatch.
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5y EMERSON BENNETT.
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zen's Hotel, and indeed of the village,
in the light of serious duty; and be
the weather fair or foul, wet or dry,
stormy or calm, the arrival of the
boat found us on the dock, like pair
of detectives, awaiting the landing of
scme party telegraphed as wanted. -
Six weeks had glided away as
though had been in dreamland, and
the hour was not far distant which
was to summon me to work. The
shadow of New York was upon me.
| One exquisite afternoon found us,
as usual, on the lookout for the boat
en- route to Albany. Tourists from all
cllmes under the sun were passing
backward and forward, and Georges
excuse for gazing at the pretty girls
was on the plea OF Studying char
acter."
| Il never saw such a colorless lot, :"
growled my companion, as the boat
commenced to glide from the dock.
"As ugly as-ah, that's something
over there In deep mourning-th girl
with the hay-colored hair"
My heart leaped.
1t was the young lady whom had
encountered at the telegraph office.
My eyes caught hers and she
| flushed
The boat was passing along the
dock.
She spoke rapidly to her compan-
ion, tall, aristocratic-looking young
man, toward whom, in that single IN
stant, l conceived deadly, aversion.
This man instantly quilted her side
and rushing to the stern of the boat
shouted:
Your name and address; I want to
get out of your debt"-his tone as
though he were addressing a lackey.
you are not in my debt" / def
antly retorted.
The boat had almost passed from
the dock.
He sprang upon a seat, and rapidly
wrapping a silver dollar in a green
back, know not of what value, cried,
as he flung it:
"Catch! Debt with interest and
thanks"
The boat had passed away from the
dock. l was not the "boss" baseball
player in the Manhattan Club without
being able to make a fair catch. l
caught his missile as it came flying
through the air. With all my
strength l sent it spinning back to
him. 1t struck him, and a savage
thrill of pleasure ran through me as
l saw him apply a handkerchief to
his face.
The steamboat had passed away,
and my hearts longings were with
that fair girl who was being borne
from me, whittier l could not tell.
What was this naughty beauty to
me? What link between us? None,
save an act for which newly
breeched schoolboy would flout me.
Her husband, too. Strange to say,
I never admitted the possibility of her
being united to that man-whenever
the thought came to the surface, / did
not give it breathing time, but sent
it down to the unfathomable depths of
underlined idea.
Upon my arrival in New York I
found a letter which compelled me to
take the night train to Boston.
ordered my berth to be made up with
out entering the sleeping compart-
ment, and smoking a cigar before
turning in.
1t was bright daylight and we were
slowing into the depot when the por-
ter shook me up. / rolled out of my
berth and stood gathering my i'm
pedimenta together preparatory to
going in for a wash, when q conduc-
tor exclaimed:
please to let these ladies pass,
sir"
My fellow travellers were standing
anxious, like Mr.. Sternes starting.
to get out. l muttered an apology
for blocking the way, and, turning.
cast a short, sharp glance at two
ladies.
One of them was the young Girl
whom had encountered at the tele-
graph office.
My holidays had passed away, and
work, grim, gaunt, earnest, was upon
me. Letters to be replied to, papers
to be hunted up, appointments to be
made and kept, law books to be con-
suited, opinions to be given, and every
pigeon-hole in my waking existence
crammed to the uttermost limits of
its endurance. Bitterly reviled the
ill-fortune that closed my lids in the
cars; bitterly the ill-luck that forced
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