The Huttig news., 1910-05-07

The ends of the bone think they are castanets as it is. l explained. But the lady"
 The young lady, however. dec'ined snd we went on together Cnee. NAan the trolley line was in sight, she sat a pebble in her low shoe, and we sat down under tree until she found the cause of the trouble
 II don't know what l should have done without you," blundered. Moral support and--and all that Do you know. my first conscious thought after the wreck was of relief that you had not been hurt?" She was sitting beside me where a big chestnut tree shaded the road, and l surprised a look of misery on her face that certainly my words had not been meant to produce.
 And my first thought" she said slowly, was regret that I--that l hadn't been obliterated, blown out like candle Please don't look like that! ]! am-only talking"
 But her lips were trembling. and be. canse the little shaIls of society are forgotten at times like this. leaned over and ratted her hand lightly. where it rested on the grass beside ne
 You must not say those things exrostulated Perhaps. after all, your i friends
 T had no friends on the train. |" Her voice was hard again her tone final. She drew her hand from under car was in sight, coming toward us The steel finger of civilization, of pro priety, of visiting cards and formal in reductions was beckoning us in. Miss West put on her shoe
 We said little on the car The few i messengers stared at us frankly, and discussed the wreck. emphasizing it's horrors. The girl did not seem to i hear. Once she turned to me with the quick, unexpected movement that was one of her charms.
 "I do not wish my mother to know 1 I was in the accident" she said Will you please not tell Richey about hay ing met me?"
 gave my promise. of course. Again, when we were almost into Baltimore, she asked to examine the gun-metal cigarette case. and sat silent with it 1 in her hands. while told of the early l mornings events on the Ontario
 So you see. l finished this grin everything I have on, belongs to a fel low named Sullivan He probably Jeff the train before the wreck-perhaps just after the murder"
 And so-you think he committed the-the crime?" Her eyes were on i the cigarette case
 Naturally" l said "A man doecn't l jump off Pullman car in the middle of the night in another mans clothes. i unless he is trying to get away from omething. Besides the dirk, there were the stains that you saw Why, I have the murdered mans pocket hook in this valise at my feet. What i does that look lke?'
 l eolored when I saw the ghost of 2 smile lowering around the corners of her mouth. That is,n I finished, If you care to believe that I am in nocent" :"
 The sustaining chain of her small gold bag gave way just then. She did 1ot notice it. I picked it up and slid i he trinket into my pocket for safe keeping where I promptly forgot it. I Afterwards l wished had let it lie un- noticed on the floor of that dirty little suburban car, and even now, when l see woman carelessly dangling a | 'imilar feminine trinket, I shudder in voluntarily; there comes back to me i he memory of girls puzzled eyes 1 under the brim of a Hopping hat, the haunting suspicion of the sleepless l nights that followed
 Just then I was determined that Ey companion should not stray back to the wreck, and to that end l was determinedly facetious
 Do you know that it is Sunday?s she asked suddenly. and that we are actually ragged??"
 Never mind that I retorted. All Baltimore is divided on Sunday into i three parts, those who rise and go to church. those who rise up and read he newspapers, and those who don't rise up. The first are somewhere be- tween the creed and the sermon, and we need not worry about the others .
 You treat me like child, she said almost pettishly Don't try so hard to be cheerful It--it is almost ghast- ly"
 After that subsided like pricked balloon, and the remainder of the ride was made in silence. The information that she would go to friends in the city was shock; it meant an earlier separation than l had planned for. Pa my arm was beginning again Tn 1 putting her into cab I struck it and gritted my teesh with the pain It was probab'y for that reason that forgot the gold bag.
 She leaned forward and held out her hand. T may not have another chance to thank you. she said. "and I think I would better not try. any. how. 1 cannot tell you how grateful am I muttered something about the gratitude being mine. Owing to fbQ lxpoaIx I wac caaino- tuf, oahc and