Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1909-07-15

rail principle may be applied to every.
thing in life. Now. Grace Van An.
ten"
Maj. Walcott." she returned, meet.
ing me half way.
We were talking Of the third raj"
Interrupted: now. Grace"
Major" she reiterated. But I
shook iny head.
1.-THE third rail-" I insisted. Grace
Van"
WELL" retorted Sylvia, In the kind
of murmur which Is just unintslligi-
Bile enough to be just Ineligible, shes
just about as thin as one, anyway. II
that's what you mean
That settled 1t. MY attempt to force
the conversation into the broad chan.
mel of generalities was futile. l gave
1t up. l looked out Of the window. We
were at the Ninety-stxth station. ]
rose.
Oh" she exclaimed, do you get
out here?" She knew as well As I
that 1t was Grace Van Auten's Sta
ton.
l hastily sat down again. 'Mere
force of habit" I returned, blandly.
The train pulled out was still
within 1t, still sitting in the seat that
was next to Sylvia. Suddenly Sylvia
uttered an exclamation of alarm.
looked. Upon the platform there
stood two people. They were together.
They Were engrossed In conversation,
One of these was Grace Van Auten;
: the other Maj. Walcott.
Within our car there was q silence
too eloquent for words. Sylvia was
still gazing out of the window.
ALLOW me-" l suggested, dolefuIly.
ito offer my sympathy to one who has
thus"
She laughed. but her laugh was
forced bit, thought. II was think.
ing" she answered. "of you"
"Ah," l gasped. with an attempt at
rapturous sigh. "of-me!"
-"And of-your plight" she went ON,
coldly.
Again we relapsed into silence. The
guard broke in upon US with q shout.
He was once more calling out 4 sta,
ton. l heard it. l knew what he had
said.
What was that?" l remarked to
Sylvia; what station may this be-? I
didn't hear"
She had been gazing absently at the
noor. She no longer pr0dded it with
her Implying umbrella. At nay CUES.
ton she turned to me. still with an ab.
sent-minded expression upon her face.
This time" she answered, why,
this time think it's-Yes"
But that was not what the guard
had said. Far from 1t. He had said
One Hundred and Tkirty-seventh
street." AZ plainly as it 10 written
here.
This told her. "is the real sub
way language. It's strange too"
went on. as we passed down the aisle,
that for once both you and the guard
said just the thing you meant
She looked at me In q dazed ssrt
OF way.
''What--what did 1 say." she STAN.
mered.
l shook nay head. you have-said
It," replied. Once more we alighted
and assembled to the ether above.
1t SO happened late that afternoon
that I stood, for the first time since
last July, within the precincts Of her
home.
I'm coming In" had told her. And
I went. Once l was there didn't
know what to say. Generalities. per-
sonalities, intellectualities- all
deserted me. Finally Sylvia came to
the rescue.
THAT reminds me-" she ventured.
without saying what reminded her.
that Grace Van Autens reception is
tonight" She stopped. Then she
went on. would you like to take
me?" she inquired.
would II" exclaimed. was only
too delighted.
what time shall II" added nnal
ly. -
"Oh," she replied, mot in 4 hanson.
Let US take the-the subway. It's 10
much more fun, you know"
understood and acQuiesed.
thought for moment, and then,
like fash. saw my opportunity.
I'm that case, since 1t IL your sug.
gestion," remarked recklessly, "you
must pay the fares. shall take the
toll" l added. And then I-up and
kissed her.
That's one" said,-''y0ur fare"
I explained. She seemed to compre.
bend at once.
and that" I added, kissing her
again, lis mine" We stood there for
a little while. I was wishing that We
might pay over again.
But, OH" she exclaimed suddenly,
how stupid! We need transfers, Of
course. Don't forget that"
forthwith paid for and had trans.
fers issued. On our. road--our sub
way, Sylvias and miAe-that after.
noon, we issued ten transfers to each
single fare. This took some time.