The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1910-12-08
CHAPTER 4.
Mlss Vests Nssweet,


ME. West. Request.
The surprising change IN her held
ne spsechless. All the animatioa Of
the breakfast table Was gone; there
Vas no hint Of the response with
which, before. she had met my non.
sensical sallies. She stood there,
white-lipped. .unsmiling. staring down
the dusty road. One hand was clench-
I'd tight over some small object. Her
eyes dropped to It from the distant
road. and then closed. with Q quick,
indrawn breath.
Her color came back slowly. What
ever had caused the change. she said
nothing. She was anxious to leave at
once. almost impatient over my Do.
liberats masculine way Of getting my
things together. Afterward I recalled
that had wanted to explore the barn
for . horse and some sort Of Q We.
hicle to take us to the trolley, and
that she had refused to allow me to
look. I remembered many things
later that might have helped me, and
did not. At the time, I was only COM
pletely bswildered. Save the wreck,
the responsibility for which lay be-
tween Providence and the engineer Of
the second section, all the events of
that strange morning were logically
connected: they came from one cause,
and tended unerringly to one end.
But the cause was buried, the end
not yet In view.
Not until We had left the house
we'll behind did the girls face relax
its tense lines. was watching her
more closely than I had realised, for
when We had gone 4 little way along
the road she turned to me almost net.
ulantly. please don't stare 30 at
me-" she said, to my sudden confusion,
II know the hat is dreadful. Green ii.
ways makes me look CHASTITY"
Perhaps It was the green" was
unaccountably relieved. "Do you
know. . few minutes ago, you looked
almost pallid to mel"
She glanced at me quickly, but l
was gazing ahead. We were out of
sight Of the house, now, and with
every step away from 1t the girl was
obviously relieved. Whatever she held
in her hand. she never glanced at It.
But she was conscious of 1t every sec.
ond. She seemed to come to q dc.
cision about It while We were still in
sight Of the gate, for she murmured
something and TUNED back alone. 60
ing swiftly. her feet stirring up small
pu6s Of dust At every step. She fas-
tened something to the gate post
I could see the nervous haste with
which she worked. When she Joined
me again 1t was without explanation.
But the clenched fingers were free
now. and while she looked tired and
worn. the strain had visibly relaxed.
We walked along slowly in the gen
sral direction Of the suburban trolley
line. Once . man with an empty
wagon offered US lift, but after .
glance at the springless vehicle I de-
clined.
THE ends of the bone think they
are castanets as 1t is." explained.
But the lady"
The young lady, however. declined
and We went on together Once. when
the trolley line was in sight, she got
q pebble in her low shoe, and We sat
down under tree until she found the
cause Of the trouble.
IL don't know what 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 q
big chestnut tree shaded the road, and
l surprised 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 THAT I
hadn't been obliteratsd. blown out like
. candle. Please don't look like thatl
I am-only talking"
But her lips were trembling, and b.
cause the little shams Of society are
forgotten at times like this. leaned
over and patted her hand lightly.
where II rested on the grass beside
me-
You must not say those things" I
expostulatsd. Perhaps, after all, your
friends"
II had NO friends On The train."
Her voice was hard again, her tone
anal She drew her hand from under
nine. not quickly, but decisivsly. A
var was IN sight. coming toward ~.