The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1908-12-03

was furtively wiping pair of grimy
hands on his handkerchief. But it was
not the man nor the suppressed tit
ters of laughter that he recollected
best; it was the girl who escorted
him.
She came leading her father by the
arm, the dajntiness OF her costume
enhanced by the marks of the work
shop on his coat She walked smiling
ly forward, completely self-possessed,
no apologies. Had it not been for the
conversation at the door, overheard
within the room, none would have
supposed that she wished more cere-
monious appearance. She challenged
with her eyes as she passed her
guests, and to Hillier's surprise, bound
in conventionality as he always had
been, it suddenly seemed that in all
Of it there was nothing inappropriate
nor incongruous.
Then came that later hour when he
was introduced to the savant, and the
latter had looked him squarely in the
eyes and given him a handshake that
was surprisingly strong. And the
girl! At the first word spoken by her
his heart gave great leap, insistently
demanding that he should know her
better. 1t had been easy to yield to
it's call, and he made occasion to be
as neaE her side throughout the even
ing as was possible. He was to learn
later that she always was with her IA
ther, nearly always inaccessible, and
sometimes wrapped in such thought
that he could scarcely probe her mind.
The evening of their meeting had
ended as do all evenings; but thence.
forth he had sought her. Their ac.
quaintance grew to a more friendly
basis, and went steadily forward until
on his part at least it eliminated in
love. Sometimes he had the courage
to believe it returned. At other times
he grew respondent in his assault on
the portals of her heart, but now that
war and separation threatened, he
was resolved to bring his siege to the
issue and gain an answer
A long-drawn whistle of increasing
volume vibrated through the dusk;
one headlight stared more steadily
than the others which cleaned across
the network of steel rails beyond and
came swiftly, picking a trail to the
great arched she'd With final clang-
ing of it's bell, the big locomotive
perspired past him, the whistling
brakes gave a harsh grind and the
train came to halt.
Guy hurried back with quick, i'm
patient steps to the Pullman, where
negroes dropped carpeted steps, in
time to see the one for whom he
as usual, but with such gladness of
welcome in her eyes that he could
barely resist taking her into his arms |
Time might drag, but it always found |
her unchanged. In sudden awkward
ness he took her lighter luggage and
wrap and walked with her to the exit |
of the noisy station, finding all his
carefully formulated sentences for
gotten, and listening to her rather /
than saying anything himself.
Almost the first question she asked
him was of the war; and at this he felt
a tinge Of disappointment 1t was too
topic for man who had
waited month for an opportunity to
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she gave first thought to what he had
been doing, what he was going to do
and what he wished to do. Even when
they reached more quiet place away
from the din of railway traffic and
aside from the rush Of outgoing pas
sengers, she turned toward him with
grave face and asked for "the real
latest news"