Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-02-05

blinked out ct the station lights. Some
passengers boarded the train there
and I heard o wornan's low tones, a
southern voice, rich and full. Then
quiet again. Every nerve was tense
Time passed, perhaps ten minutes,
possibly half an hour. Then, without
the slightest warning, as the train
rounded q curve, heavy body was
thrown into my berth. The incident,
trivial as IL seemed. was startling In
It's suddenness, for although my ears
were painfully strained and awake,
had heard no step outside. The next
instant the curtain hung limp again:
still without sound. my disturber
had slipped away into the gloom and
darkness. In = frenzy OF wakefulness,
sat up. drew on pair OF slippers and
fumbled for my bath robe.
from Z berth across. probably lower
ten. came that particularly aggravat-
iny snore which begins lightly. deli
cately, family soprano. goes down the
scale note with every breath, and,
after keeping the listener tense with
expectation, ends with an explosion
that tears the very air. was more
and more irritable: sat on the edge
would choke to death.
He had considerable vitality, how
ever; he withstood one shock after
another and survived to start again
with new vigor. In desperation I
found some cigarettes and one match,
piled my blankets over my grip, and
drawing the curtains together as
though the berth were still occupied.
made my way to the vestibuie of the
car.
was not clad for dress parade. Is
| it because the male is so restricted to
gloom in his everyday attire that he
blossoms into gaudy colors in his pa
jamas and dressing gowns? 1t woulc
take Turk to feel at home before an
audience in my red and yellow bath
robe, Christmas remembrance from
Mrs. Klopton. with slippers to match.
So, naturally, when / saw femi-
nine figure on the. platform, my first.
instinct was to dodge. The woman,
however, was quicker than 1; she gave
me startled glance, wheeled and dis
u, Will udSh VI lWO ploALS'
colored braids, into the next car.
Cigarette box in one hand, match
in the other, leaned against the I'M
certain frame of the door and gazed
after her vanished figure. The noun
tain air tapped my bath robe around
my bare ankles. my one match burned
to the end and went out, and still I
stared. For had seen on her express
sive face a haunting look that was
horror. nothing less. Heaven knows,
am not psychological. Emotions
have to be written large before l can
/ read them. But a woman in trouble
always appeals to me, and this woman
was more than that She was in dead
~ fear. bisg I'd
If 1 had not been afraid of being
ridiculous, I would have followed her
But I fancied that the apparition OF a
man in red and yellow bath robe.
with an, unkempt thatch of hair, walk
ing up to her and assuring her that
he would protect her would probably
put her into Mysteries. I had done
that once before, when burglars had
tried to break inte the house, and had
startled the parlor maid into bed fol
q week. So tried to assure myself
that had imagined the ladys distress
or caused It, perhaps-and to dis
miss her from my mind. Perhaps she
was merely anxious about the un-
pleasant gentleman Of the restaurant.
I thought smugly that could have
| told her all about him: That he was
sleeping the sleep Of the just and the
Intoxicated in a berth that ought, by
all that was fair and right, to have
been mine, and that il I were tied to
man who snored like that l should
have him anaesthetized and soft pal
| ate put where it would never again
nap like loose sail in the wind.
We passed Harrisburg as J stood
there. It was starlight, and the great
crests Of the Alleghanies had given
way to low hills. At intervals we
passed smudges Of gray white, NO
doubt in daytime comfortable farms,
which Mcknight says is q good way
Of putting it, the farms being lot
more comfortable than the people on
them.
/ was growing drowsy; the woman
with the bronze hair and the Mortified
face was fading in retrospect. 1t was
| colder, too, and l turned with shiver
to 60 in.
| As did so, bit Of paper huttered
into the air and settled ON my sleeve.
like butterfly on gorgeous red and
yellow blossom. I picked 1t up curl
ously and glanced at it. 1t was part
of telegram that had been torn into
bits.
There were only parts of four words
on the scrap, but it left me puzzled
and thoughtful. 1t read: over ten.
car seve--" Lower ten, car seven,'
was my berth-the one l had bought
4 and found pre-empted.
| ITO Be Continued.)
Daily Thought.
In childhood be modest, in yoptl
temperate. in manhood just and in oil
age prudent.-Socrates.
| SNlITA TEXAS