Cut Bank pioneer press. [volume] (Cut Bank, Mont.) 1909-current, 1911-07-07

the junction the train moved slowly
away.
The girl gave a despairing little
moan. "Oh, we've missed it," she
cried.
Not yet" encouraged Jimmy.
For in a flash of Inspiration he
felt that there was one more chance.
Ahead a few blocks the railroad
tracks encroached on the street, occu-
plying the left side Of it for some dis
lance. There was no fence or other
obstruction between the pavement
and the rails. They ran along paral-
lei. And the rear vestibule of the
train was open.
Jimmie's foot went down gently.
The limousine drew ahead of the
train and gained the point where the
railroad and street Joined. With a
thankful heart he noticed that the
limited had not yet attained more
than a fair momentum. Carefully he
eased off.
AS the pilot of the engine crept up
beside him he shouted to the girl:
The last v%estibule's open. Dare
you step from the car to the train?
I'll keep close"
"Yes!" she answered in his ear.
Car after car of the limited slid
past. At last came the observation
car, the rear vestibule still open. He
edged yer until the running board
and the a step were a scant two
inches apart. The speed of train and
motor were identical.
"Now!" he shouted.
She rose composedly, tossed her
book into the v%estibule, caught the
brass handles of the car and stepped
across. 1t was almost absurdly easy,
for Jimmie's handling of the car vas
mastery. In two seconds she vas
safe aboard.
AS the scandalized face of the por-
ter appeared in the rear door of the
Pullman Jimmie's passenger smiled
on him radiantly.
She screamed above the roar of the
train: "Well-be-back-in-two-
weeks. Watch-for-us!"
Mrs. .Cordelia Mainwaring raised a
formidable %lorgnette. 80 this is the
young man who ran his cab over a
policeman and chased people up lamp
posts, is it?" she said, quizzically.
You seem to be an exponent of the
modern creed of get there sir"
Eyes, ma'am," said the blushing
Jimmy.
Mrs. Mainwaring continued her
scrutiny. You said he was hand
some, Dorothy. l believe you were
right, my dear"
"Auntie!" said the girl, blushing,
too.
What is your name, young mani"
asked Mrs. Mainwaring.
James Bennett"
The dowager lowered her lorgnette
in surprise. Not a son OF the great
James Bennett?"
81 believe that's what they call
him." smiled Jimmie.
WELL" said Mrs. Mainwaring.
Well! l f1irted desperately with him
thirty years ago. And your mother
was my best friend until we went
west. Is she in town."
YES" said the eager Jimmie, land
I'd like to have you go up there. You
must be Mrs. Mainwaring. I've heard
her speak of you often"
I'VE are going" returned the dow
ager, with instant decision. 81 in
tended stopping off merely to thank
won b1t 7 mI1ct COO vOur pe0nIp now
I'm here, James. But you surely don't
drive a taxi?"
Jimmie shook his head. ut was the
limousine. Mother and my sister want
ed to come downtown, and the other
cars were in use or broken"
This is your carr" said Mrs. Main
waring, when they were outside the
station. Dorothy, my dear, sit up
there with Mr.. Bennett. | like plenty
of ROOM"
When, as they sped decorously
through the streets, she noticed the
way Jimmie leaned toward her niece;
how his voice took on a tone conf
Dental, almost caressing, as he spoke
to her; how Dorothy glanced up re-
sponsively, stealing longer looks at
the bronzed, wholesome face when he
was busy with the car-when she no.
ticed all these things, the dowager
nodded her crown of white hair, we'll
pleased.
For Mrs. Mainwaring was an IN
corrigible matchmaker.