Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-02-22

with 1aborious kick at. the end or
each verse. johnson, two rows ahead,
went to sleep. Mcknight prodded me
with his elbow.
4 Look at the first box to the right"
he said. in a stage whisper. want
you to come over at the end Of this
act"
It was the first time had seen her
since I put her in the cab at Balti-
more. Outwardly presume I was
calm, for no one turned to stare at
me, but every atom OF me cried out
at the sight of her. She was lean
ing, bent forward. lips slightly parted,
gazing raptly at the Japanese con-
jurer who had replaced what NC
knight disrespectfully called the Col
umns of Hercules. Compared with the
draggled lady Of the farm house, she
was radiant.
For that first moment there was
nothing but joy at the sight of her.
Meningitis touch on my arm brought
me back to reality.
Come over and meet them" he
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is visiting, Mrs Dallas"
But would not go. After he went
sat there alone, painfully conscious
that was being pointed out and
stared at from the box. The abomin.
able Japanese gave way to yet more
atrocious performing dogs.
"How many offers of marriage will
the young lady in the box have?" The
dog stopped sagely at none" and
then pulled out card that said eight.
Wild shouts of glee by the audience.
"The FOOLS" I muttered.
After little l glanced over. Mrs.
Dallas was talking to Mcknight, but
she was looking straight at me. She
was flushed, but more calm than l,
and she did not bow. l fumbled for
my hat, but the next moment l saw
that they were going. and sat still.
When Mcknight came back he was
triumphant.
I've made an engagement for you,"
he said. Mrs. Dallas asked me to
bring you to dinner tonight, and l
said l knew you would fall all over
yourself to go. You are requested to
bring along the broken arm, and any
other souvenirs of the wreck that you
may possess
"I'll do nothing of the Sort" l de.
clared, struggling against my inclina-
ton. Il can't even tie my necktie,
and have to have my food cut for
me-"
ooh, that's all right" he said cas-
lily. "I'll send Stogie over to fix you
up, and Mrs. Dial knows all about the
arm. told her"
called because he is lean. yellowish
brown in color, and because he claims
to have been shipped into this country
in box.)
The cinematograph was finishing
the program. The house was dark and
the music had stopped, rs 1t does In
the circus just before somebody risks
his neck at SO much neck in the dip
of death, or the hundred-foot dive.
Then. with sort Of shock. saw on
the white curtain the announcements:
THE NEXT PICTURE
IS THE DOOMED WASHINGTON
NtLAh1N, AhEN "A Sf1OftI Dis.
LANCE FROM THE SCENE OF
THE WRECK ON THE FATAL
MORNING OF SEP EN- BIER
TENTH. TWO MILES FARTHER
ON 1T MET WITH ALMOST COM
PLETE ANNIHILATION
confess to a return of some of the
sickening sensations Of the wreck;
people around me were leaning for
ward with tense faces. Then the let
tiers we're gone and saw long lev.
ell stretch of track, even the broken
stone between the ties standing out
distinctly. Far of under a cloud of
smoke a small object was rushing to-
ward us and growing larger as it
came.
Now it was on us, mammoth In
size. with huge drivers and a colossal
tender. The engine leaped aside, as
II just In time to save US from de-
struction, with glimpse of stoop-
ing fireman and a grimy engineer. The
long train of sleepers followed. From
a forward vestibule a porter in a
white coat waved his hand. The rest
Of the cars seemed still wrapped in
slumber. With mixed sensations l
saw my own car, Ontario, fly past,
and then l rose to my feet and
gripped Meningitis shoulder.
On the lowest step of the last car,
one foot hanging free, was man. His
black derby hat was pulled we'll down
to keep 1t from blowing away, and his
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