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by EsTELLE MARSH.

Copyright, 1909, by American Press Asso-
ciation.l
Tom Buxton got into Il parlor car,
put his belongings in the rack above
him, took newspaper out of his pock-
ct and settled himself to endure jour
ney. Before opening the paper he
made hasty survey Of the car. At
the other end were several uninterest-
ing looking people, in the center an
old woman and boy, but OIL the op-
poste side. slightly in advance of him,
in u chair whose back was turned to-
ward him, was something that arrest
ed his attention. 1t was a feminine
hat. 1t was to- be seen above the back
Of the chair and indicated u woman
beneath. 1t was the work of an art
list. It's rim. nearly a yard in diam
eter, was topped by several splendid
black ostrich feathers springing from
a profusion of bands and buckles that
had been thrown together in an ex-
traordinary combination Such hats
are only to be associated with beauti-
ful women.
The next thing for Buxton was to
get view of the owner Of the hat,
but as she persistently kept her face
toward the window this was impossi-
bic. After a long wait for her to
change her position he arose and walk
ed toward the forward vestibule, then
sauntercd back. 70 his discontinue,
the lady had changed her position, her
face being toward the opposite end of
the car. As he passed her she turned
again toward the window. He kept on
toward the rear vestibule, went into
the smoking room, came out and walk
ed to his chair The lady had swung
around to face forward.
Buxton said something without NOV
ing his lips.
For fear of appearing obtrusive- he
swung his chair around and looked out
of the window. When he swung it
back the lady was facing the front of
the car, her head was resting on the
cushion. and she held a folder time
table over her face. She was appar-
emily resting or slumbering. The
shapely hand that held the folder was
delicately gloved, and a bit of lace fell
from the wrist. The figure was shape
Iy and the position one of graceful re-
pose.
"Confound it!' exclaimed Buxton
mentally "NWhy can't get a glimpse
of her face? If it corresponds to the
1f CHI ha
But fortune did not seem to favor
him. She remained in her half reclin-
ing position under his admiring gaze
for nearly an hour, while the delicious
odor of a bunch of violets she wore
on her bosom was continually waited
to him Then she moved slightly.
Buxton hoped. But. alas, before low
ering the folder she turned her face
toward the window.
Buxton said things again without
moving his lips.
But the conductor is coming to
punch the tickets. She will turn aside
to hand him hers. He stops in the
to the old woman with the boy, and it
seems half an hour before he makes
her understand. Buxton grows rest
less with impatience. The ticket
puncher comes on, and when he reach
es the lady's chair she languidly eX-
tends her hand sideways without turn
ing. Her ticket is punched, the con-
ductor moves on, and again Buxton is
disappointed.
What singular series Of coinc1-
dences that the lady should have hap
pened for an hour and a half always
to be in such position that Buxton
could not see her features! 81 Won
der" he said, '"if she isn't a very
homely woman who is keeping her
face away from me on purpose. But
she hasn't seen me. She was sitting
in that position when l came in, and
her back has been toward me ever
since. No; l can feel it in my very
bones that she is beautiful"
He was now ready for an aggressive
movement. He arose and, going to the
chair next to hers, sat down. After a
brief gaze out OF the window he turn
ed his eyes toward her. He was too
late. She had turned her back.
Suddenly, without warning, her chall
swung around, and she faced him
squarely.
"Julia"
TONI"
"A pause.
1--WE been trying to get glimpse OF
your face all the morning"