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Storms and the Storm Door.

Storms brought up with an ABRUPT
ness that caused him to stumble
against the glass plate before him
Then he shook the door, pushed it
pulled it and pushed again, but to nc
avail. 1t was characteristic of Storms
that he did not swear at it.
1t was one OF those revolving storm
doors and in some way one of the
leaves had become wedged. He
raped on the glass to attract the at
tention of the porter standing by the
entrance, and that served to draw a
crowd which stared curiously at him
through the glass sides, much as they
would regard some interesting exhibit.
The porter hustled about import
antly, now shaking the door, now
peering through the glass. At last he
gave an exclamation of triumph. The
door revolved within the two seq
ments of circle and in the compart-
ment across from Storms someone
had dropped soft cigar case. This
had wedged the doors tight and it
was impossible to move the door.
The porter shouted these facts
through the glass. Storms groaned.
Jessie Ostrom was leaving for three
months visit. If he got to the train
there might be chance to say what
had been trembling on his lips that
last half year. II there was much
delay, she would be gone before he
could reach the station. He held mp
a SIS bill against the glass but the por-.
ter shook his head.
"But these doors fold uh" called
Storms. 1--WE, seen it done. They fold
fat"
I'D have to squeeze you in,' ex-
planned the porter. That's the only
way they fold. If you were between
the other leaves" Storms gritted
his teeth at that eff
A newsboy outside, moved to action
by the sight of the bill, sought to push
the obstacle free with bit of stick
The stick broke off and the door was
doubly wedged He started to try it
again but a policeman interfered.
I Smash the glass;" called Storms.
''I'll pay for it."
won't do any good" was the dis
heartening reply. We've sent to the
makers for man. He'll be along in
a minute" Storms looked longingly
at the glass but he could see that the
chances of breaking the thick plate
without being severely cut were not
good, and he looked for the porter.
'Tell the man to take an automo-
bile and hurry" he called. II must
get out of here. I'm suffocating."
The porter nodded intelligently. The
door was padded top, side and bot.
tom with heavy rubber strips to keep
out draughts. Storms was in what
was practically an air tight chamber
and he had already exhausted the vi
tally of the air. The porter reached
down and ripped off the rubber from
the bottom of the door and motioned
Storms to do the same with his side.
The thin stream of cold air was de-
licious and Storms settled himself to
wait, though over and over came the
thought that by now Jessie's train was
out of the station and pulling across
the meadows. Perhaps she was Won
dering why he had not been there
hurt, perhaps, at his Indifference. To
explain would only render him ridicu-
lous.
Then there was a commotion in the
press. A man in overalls pushed his
way through the crowd. For moment
he worked with a screwdriver, then
swung the imprisoned leaf back.
Storms stepped out and as he thrust
a bill into the workman's hand he
glanced at the clock. Already it was
10 minutes past train time. There was