The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1910-12-29

Orme had never seen any one like
her-so nobly unconscious of self. so
appealing and yet so calm.
She was waiting patiently, inter
ested in the clamor about her, but
seemingly undisturbed by her own
part in it. Orme's eyes did not leave
her face. He was merely one of a
crowd at the curb, unnoted by her,
but when after a time, he became
aware that he was staring, he felt the
blood rush to his cheeks, and he NUT
tered: What a boor / ami" And
then, "But who can she be? Who can
she be-"
A policeman made his way to the
black car. Orme saw him speak to
the girl; saw her brows knit; and he
quickly threaded his way into the
street His action was barely cou-
sciouE, but nothing could have stopped
MIN at that moment.
You'll have to come to the station,
miss" the policeman was saying.
But what have l done?" Her voice
was broken music.
you've violated the traffic regula-
tions, and made all this trouble, that's
what you've done"
I'm on very important errand,"
she began, "and-"
Il can't help that, miss, you ought
to have had some one with you that
knew the rules"
Her eyes were perplexed, and she
looked about her as If for help. For
moment her gaze fell on Orme, who
was close to the policeman's elbow.
Now. Orme had a winning and dis
arming smile. Without hesitation, he
touched the policeman on the shoul-
der. beamed pleasantly, and said:
Pardon me, officer. but this car was
forced over by that dray."
"She was on the wrong side" re-
turned the policeman, after a glance
which modified his first intention to
take offence. "She had no business
over here"
1T was either that or a collision.
My wheel was scraped, as it was"
OuSt IOO, was SlullluS uO".
The policeman pondered. He liked
to be called officer" he liked to be
smiled upon; and the girl, to Judge
from her manner and appearance,
might we'll be the laughter of man
of position. We'll, he said after
moment, "be more careful another
time" He turned and went back to
his work among the other vehicles,
covering the weakness of his sur
render by a fresh display of angry au-
thOrity.
The girl gave a little sigh of relief
and looked at Orme. Thank you,"
she said.
Then he remembered that he did
not know this girl. Can l be of
further serYice?" he asked.
NO" she answered. Il think not.
But thank you just the same" She
gave him a friendly little nod and
turned to the steering gear.
There was nothing for it but to go.
and Orme returned to the curb. A
moment later he saw the black car
move slowly away, and he felt as
though something sweet and fine
were going out Of his life. If only
there had been some way to prolong
the incident! He knew intuitively
that this girl belonged to his own
class. Any insignificant acquaintance
might introduce them to each other.
And yet convention now thrust them
apart.
Sometime he might meet her. In
deed, he determined to find out who
she was and make that sometime a
certainty. He would prolong his stay
in Chicago and search society until
he found her No one had ever before
sent such thrill through his heart
He must find her, become her friend,
perhaps But, again he laughed to
! himself, What a boor | ami"
After all she was but a passing
stranger, and the pleasant reverie into
which his glimpse of her had led him
was only reverie. The memory of
her beauty and elusive charm would
disappear; his vivid impression of her
would be effaced. But even while he
J thought this he found himself again