Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1909-07-08

Maj. Walcott," she returned, meet.
ing me half way.
1--WE were talking of the third rail"
I interrupted; now, Grace"
Major" she reiterated. But
shock my head II
"The third RAIL-" I insisted, Grace
Van" a+
"Well," retorted Sylvia, in the kind
of a murmur which is just unintelligi-
BILE enough to be just ineligible, "shes
just about as thin as one, anyway. If
that's what you mean"
That settled it. My attempt to force
the conversation into the broad chan
mel of generalities was futile. I gave
it up. looked out of the window. We
were at the Ninety-sixth station. I
rose.
"Oh," she exclaimed. do you get
out here?" She knew as we'll as
that it was Grace Van Auten's sta
ton.
l hastily sat down again. Mere
force of habit" I returned. blandly.
The train pulled out. 1 was still
within it, still sitting in the seat that
was next to Sylvia. Suddenly Sylvia
uttered an exclamation of alarm.
l 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 silence
too eloquent for words. Sylvia was
still gazing out of the window.
ALLOW me-" l suggested, dolefully,
ito offer my sympathy to one who has
thus"
She laughed, but her laugh was
forced bit, thought. 'I was think.
ing" she answered, "of YOU"
"Ah." l gasped. with an attempt at
a rapturous sigh, ''of-me!"
And of-your plight" she went on,
coldly
Again we relapsed into silence. The
guard broke in upon us with a shout.
He was once mere calling out a sta
ton. l heard it. l knew what he had
said
What was that?" remarked to
Sylvia; what station may this be? ]
didn't hear
She had been gazing absently at the
floor. She no longer prodded it with
her IMPLYING umbrella At my ques-
ton she turned to me, still with an alb
sent1ninded expression upon her face
This time" she answered. why,
this time I think it's--Yes"
But that was not what the guard
had said. Far from it. He had said
One Hundred and Thirty-seventh
street." as plainly as it is written
here.
This" told her. lis the real sub
way language. It's strange too," I
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 a dazed sort
Of way.
"What-what did l say! she STAN
mered.
I shook my head. You have-eaid
It," replied. Once more we alighted
and assembled to the ether above.
1t SO happened late that afternoon
that l stood. for the first time since
last July, within the precincts of her
home.
I'm coming in."I had told her. And
went. Once I vas there I didn't
know what to say. GeneralH1es. per-
sonaiities. intellectualities-the all
deserted me. Finally Sylvia came to
the rescue.
THAT reminds me-" she ventured,
saying what reminded her,
that Grace Van Auten's reception is
tonight" She stopped. Then she
went on. "Wouad you like to take
me?" she inquired
would -" exclaimed. I was only
too delighted
What time shall -" added final
ly.
"oh," she replied, mot in a hanson.
Let us take the-the subway. It's so
much more fun. you know"
I understood and acquiesed.
I thought for moment, and then,
like flash. saw my opportunity.
In that case, since it is your sug-
gestion," I remarked reckiessly, you
must pay the fares. l shall take the
TOLL l added And then up and
kissed her
"Thats one" I aid.-"your fare"
explained. She seemed to compre-
bend at once.
And that" I added. kissing her
again, sis NINE" 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, Sylvia's and mine-that after
noon, we issued ten transfers to each
single fare. This took some time.
That night, as we came back, Syl-
via looked at me.