The Colorado statesman., 1911-03-04
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Such a Thing as Luck
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By M. ]. PHILLIPS

| ing garment What are you doing
with my brothers coat?" she asked.
coldly.
But 1t isn't" replied the surprised
lawyer. It's mine. please" he added
as the engine bell tolled.
The girl simply tightened her grip.
Il suppose those are yours?" indicat.
ing the bags which had rested against
the coat.
NO; / have my bag. But forgot
the coat"
He jerked gently. The train had
started to move.
His antagonist, who was more than
twenty. braced herself and jerked in
turn. Aldrich. caught unawares,
banged against the metal arm of the
seat. Other passengers began to no.
tice the controversy. The lawyer was
hotly aware that amused faces were
turned in his direction
Strange you should forget your
coat and not your bag" said the girl.
with meaning scorn. Her cheeks
were glowing and she was handsomer
than ever. And equally strange that
it should be black, silk-lined and silk
faced. just like my brothers."
Aldrich looked out OF the window
despairingly The train was well un-
der way; the snow-covered landscape
was slipping by rapidly. He had
missed his connection at the junction;
but he wanted to get away. II he
could but secure the coat and escape
into the smokerr It rode from the
city in this seat" he explained pa
tiently. Il can prove it's my coat;
there's pair of brown kid gloves in
the pocket"
The girl looked down. A brown
kid glove was protruding from the up
permost pocket. Another coincidence"
she commented. My brother also
wears brown gloves. as you see!"
Hello; what's all this?" said
voice behind.
The girl turned joyfully. "oh.
George" she said, this gentleman"
the accent on the word made Aldrich
wince-t'has mistaken your coat for
his. And he's trying to take it away
from met"
Well. we1I." Georges voice shook
strangely. Funny hadn't noticed it
seeing I'm wearing my own coat.
And the robber is Aldrich, naughty
three. Brink, you old pirate!"
Aldrich sat at his desk Monday
morning, engaged in a day dream. de-
spite the fact that the outer Office was
full of clients. His feet rested among
scattered papers on the surface of the
mahogany; his hands were clasped
behind his head.
Thus ran his musings: "She's a
darling! And to think she's old George
Mellody's sister. Dorothy Melody
Dorothy Mellody-Dorothy! Mighty
pretty name. that"
His eyes became more alert.
"Princeville isn't any farther from the
city than Cornwall. l can go up there
for the weekend occasionally-if
they'll ask me. must make up to old
George. And to think that II II hadn't
been for that blessed cinder l wouldn't
have met her! II that isn't luck, the
greatest of luck"
He stopped and glanced over his
shoulder guiltily; but there were no
grubby hands rustling his papers; no
shrill whistle In the outer office.
His feet came down off the desk.
He reached for a sheet of paper and
a pen. and wrote rapidly. With an
honest, shame-faced grin he read what
he had written: Dear Wad-Come
back to work | have changed my
mind; there is such a thing as luck.
after all" He signed his name. sealed
the note, and rang for messenger.
There" he said. squaring his
shoulders. And then: Dorothy Mel
lody By jove, that's pretty name!"