Daily Arizona silver belt., 1908-12-31
x Their K Reconciliation. By CARL WILLIAMS.
Copyrighted. 1908. by Associated
 Literary Press.

Just Def0re the treStle was reached | the fat man in the corner seat rose and left the car, reducing the number of its occupants to two. The conductor smiled softly to himself as he gave the go ahead signal.
 He could remember the time when, instead of sitting at opposite ends of the car, as they were at present, the man and the girl shared the same cross seat on their daily ride into town.
 As the two bells sounded the motor began to hum, and presently the subur- ban car rumbled on to the trestle which cut forty minutes off the run ming time from the city to Bayyiew by spanning two miles of salt water on sturdy piles.
 The sun silvered the crests of the tiny waves. while the summer breeze kicked up and frosted the wake of the steamer now slowly approaching the draw in the channel on the other side of the island. It was an ideal summer afternoon, and no prettier spot could have been found than Sound bay, but it's beauties were entirely lost on the two passengers. though the motor man, to whom the bay was an old story, regarded the scene with pleas ure.
 Tom Norton and Lucy Brayllng, each busy with his or her thoughts, gave no heed to the blue bay, with its silver tipped waves. They had met today for the first time since the dreadful night two weeks ago before when Lucy had broken her engagement
 This had followed trivial quarrel. Lucy had announced that she was tak- ing cooking school lessons, and Tom had teased her about It. The day had been hot, and she had taken his joking seriously. with the result that when Tom had come away the ring he had slipped on her finger with such glow ing hopes q few weeks before was tucked in his pocket, while at his heart there lay burden of dull despair.
 Biundering, he had tried to explain that he was only speaking in jest, but Lucy had spent half the day over a hot stove. and to have Tom poke fun at the cake which had been the result of her labors was too much for femi- nine endurance, and she would listen to no apology.
 Now as the car rolled along she kept her glance straight ahead through the front windows, and Tom pretended an absorption In the scen- cry as viewed from the rear platform. though neither was conscious of the beauty of the day.
 The car had just reached the island midway in the channel when with sudden whir the motor came to stop and the car rolled on a few yards and halted. The motorman climbed down to the trestle and examined the fuse: then he climbed hack again and threw on the power.
 A second time he climbed down, and on his return he tested the lights and found that they would lot burn. The conductor made his way forward, and presently he, too, dropped to the track and made his way toward the still open draw.
 The motorman came inside and took a seat opposite Lucy after admitting ignorance as to the cause of the delay. IL was not until the conductor came back from the draw. where tele phone was installed, that they knew the worst
 The power house is afire," he re- ported "The fire chief wouldn't let bis men go until the power was shut of, and here we are to stay until the fire is put out and the switchboard is repaired"
 "I suppose that we can walk" sug gested Tom. "The ties are close to- gether'
 The conductor glanced through the rear of the car. You can if the walk ing's good on the water" he assented. Both draws are open, and they can't close them until we get power again."
 ''How long do you suppose that we shall have to stay hereT asked Lucy despairingly.
 -Four or five hourS,' was the uncon- soling response ''The switchboard burned once before, and 1t took six hours to fix It."
 But surely they will send a boat after us" suggested Lucy hopefully. "If you learned what the matter was there mpst have been telephone at the draw"
 "There is," admitted the conductor, but just now there isn't no one at the other end of the line I bet they're burned out It ain't city line, you know"
 Lucy turned her attention to the scenery again, and the conductor and the motorman went out on the front platform to smoke their pipes and en- joy chat. Tom repaired to the back platform and lit cigar.
 There was no boat in sight save the two tiny steamers that made daily trips between the city and the head of the bay. The one city bound had rounded the point, and the other was too far away to be signaled. The only chance was to hail some passing