Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1909-10-08
THE LIMITED
By Stuart B. Stone.

After No. I4S, the Yosemite Limited. pulled
out, the girl at the Ruralita station went oacA
to her lonely midnight vigil. There naa oesn
heavy receipts during the latter part OF tns
day, and stuff OF much worth had come ~
on rs. She slipped the money into me nliasy
office safe. and at the same time sne V oDd
cleaning. She laid this upon the telegraph
table and covered 1t with her handkerchief:
Then she waited, yearning for the rose-unts OF
When Putney stepped int the outer office,
stamping and pounding the packed snow from
his feet, the girl almost screamed. she seldom
had visitors after las went by--and this was
no night for starting the precedent. sne sup
ped her hand beneath the hemstitened nhsn
handkerchief and grasped the tiny weapon.
When Putney looked through the grating at her
she was too nervous to speak
Putney had been on tour OF inspection
in the TaussalOg hills. He had looked upon
several Minnewahka squaws, some squatters'
wives and the helpmate Of 10 SIM laundry
gentleman at MOoneyville The girl OF the
brown hair and brown, startled eyes The
contrast was great Putney, coming out OF
the gloom, snow and the world OF ugly women
"Well?" she demanded in such nervous pitch
that Putney himself started
"No. 1882" he asked,
hight "''' :.
Sun Putrey waited, There was no especial
reason why he should not wait-and then the
girl. She was good 10 look upon. But the
girl agent did not care for this admiration. She
was becoming more nervous Inc yosemite
Limited is gone" she repeated. what do you
Somehow Putney could not resist the words.
The Limited Is gGnesS nss go, bssiDa -"
He was astonished at the sudden pallor tnat
came over the girl. She half rose from her
''What do you mean by that?"
''oh, nothing" said Putney, coming TO him
self. ''rhat y. ] beg your pardon"
He had missed his train and should have been
terribly vexed but somehow he did not care.
The room was comfortably warm. The girl
and Putney went into deep revery. ~.
The girl was almost hysterical: Then, as
she brooded an idea came, and she began TO
click the instrument very rapidly Tor she was
agent, Durham Junction, Suspicious eharae-
ter in office. Am alone with 5000 in safe.
Pntney, in the Deepest kind of q reysry,
wherein a brown eyed girl played deliciously
pleasing part, heard a sharp click. He raised
bis head to look into the barrel or pearl AL
white, cleaned from behind the weapon.
"Hande up!' she demanded.
''Why-whst's the matter?" laughed Putney'
Hands up" she repeated, 'or III shootI.'
Putney elevated his arms, his eyes twinkling.
''You wouldn't shoot In century" he declared.
+ "Now get outr' she demanded.
but It's cold" pleaded Putney. you're
not afraid of me, are yeu?'
company's property with my life"
corr laughed Putney, and pulled bis hands
down-and the girl did not shoot. ''Thats IT,
he continued and, reaching into his pocket, pro-
duced a great roll Of bills. He handed the bills,
magnificent diamond studded watch and q
splendid, solitaire ring TO the girl. Here, take
these and hide them-if that's what you're
The girl gasped 'T don't understand. What
made yu talk the way you did--about the
precious things left here by the limited?" She
lowered the revolver.
'oh" said Putney, reddening II meant-l
meant YOU
on s'Yes-you; for you are precious, pretty,
plucky and businesslike and entirely too splendid
specimen of a girl for this poor, lonely job.
I'll see that you're transferred tomorrow"
but howl don't Understandable are your"
she stammered.
There was brisk showing open Of the door
and half dozen bulky tratnmen pushed In.
when they saw Putney, their eyes twinkled.
.'Great Scott It's the old mantle superln-
tendentn' they exclaimed
The next day the girl at Ruralita went TO
the best post the division.