The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1910-03-26
Wbof Game of a
Womon'S Haf.
BY MARSH.


copyright, 1903, by American Press Assoc
c~iation.1
Tom Buxton got into, a parlor ar,
put his belongings In the rack above
him, took a newspaper out of his pocK-
Of and settled himself to endure a jour
ney. Before opening the paper he
made a hasty survey of the ear. Al
the other end were several uninterest'
ing looking people, in the center an
old woman and a boy, but on the OPP
posite side. slightly in advance of him,
in a chair whose back was turned to-
ward him, was something that arrest
ed his attention. 1t was a feminine
hat. 1t was to be seen above the back
of the chair and indicated a woman
beneath. 1t was the work Of an art
ist. Its rim. nearly a yard In diam
eter, was topped by several splendid
black ostrich feathers s~pringing from
a profusion of bands and buckles that
had peer thrown together IN an ex-
traordinary combination. Such hats
are only to be associated with beauti-
full
The next thing for Buxton was to
get a view of the owner Of the hat.
but as she persistently kept her face
toward the window this was impossi-
BILE. After a long wait for her tie
change her position he arose and walk
ed toward the forward vestibule, ther
sauntered back. To his discontinue.
the lady had changed her position, her
lace being toward the opposite end OF
the car. AS he passed her she turned
again toward the window. He kept on
toward the rear vestibule, went into
the smoking room, came out and walk
ed to his chair. The lady had swung
around to face forward.
Buxton said something without NOV
ing his lips.
For fear of appearing obtrusive be
swung his chair around and looked out
of the window. When he swung II
back the lady was facing the front Of
the car. her head was resting on the
cushion. and she held a folder time
table over her face. She was appar-
emily resting or slumbering. The
shapely hand that held the folder was
deiicately gloved. and a bit Of lace fell
from the wrist. The figure was shape
ly and the position one Of graceful re-
pose.
"Confound ftr' exclaimed Buxton
mentally. "why can't I get a glimpse
of her face? If 1t corresponds to the
rest of her she must be a Venus"
But fortune did not seem to favor
him. She remained in her half reclin-
ing position under his admiring gaze
for nearly an hour. while the delicious
odor of a bunch of violets she wore
on her bosom was continually waited
TO him. Then she moved slightly.
Buxton hoped. But, alas. before low
ering the folder she turned her face
toward the window.
Buxton said things again without
moving his lips.
But the conductor Is coming to
punch the tickets. She win turn aside
to hand him hers. He stops In the
middle Of the car to explain something
TO the old woman with the boy, and It
seems half an hour before he makes
her understand. Buxton grows rest
less with impatience. The ticket
puncher comes on. and when be reach
Is the lady's chair she languidly ex-
tends her hand sideways without turn
ing. Her ticket is punched. the con-
ductor moves on. and again Buxton ID
disappointed.
What a singular series Of coinci-
dences that the lady should have hap
Dened Tor an hour and q half always