Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-11-06
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..,yeep No More. NY Lady.

A YOUNG woman was crying bit
n terly in the waiting-room OF the
railway station at Upper AsaueWan
Falls. New York.
4 beautiful young woman? That
jg es-aeily what Billy Magee wanted
10 know as. closing the waiting room
door behind him. he stood staring
1tst inside. Were the features against
which that frail bit of cambria was
agonizingly pressed of a pleasing con-
tour? The girls neatly tailored cor
duroy suit and her htppant put
charming millinery augured Wen.
should he step calamity forward ana
inquire in sympathetic tones as TO
the cause of her woe? Should ne
carry chivalry even to the lengths OIL
Upper Asquewan Falls?
No, Mr.. Magee decided he Woulu
not. The train that had just reared
AWAY into the dusk had not brought
him from the region of sky-serapers
and derby hats for deeds OF knight
errantry up State. Anyhow, the
girls tears were none of his pusl-
ness. A railway station was a NATL
raj place for grief-a tleld of many
partings, upon whose floor fell often
in torrents the tears of those lett be-
hind. A Friend. mayhap a lover, had
been whisked off into the night by
she relentless five thirty-four local.
Why not a lover? Surely about such
Il dainty trim figure as this courtlers
lowered as moths about II flame.
Upon II tender intimate sorrow 1T
was not the place of an unknown
Magee to intrude He put his hand
gently upon the latch of the door.
And vet--dim and heartless and
cold was the interior of that waiting
room. No place, surely, for gentle
man to leave a lady sorroWful, par
ticularly when the lady was so allur-
ing. Oh beyond question, she was
most alluring. Mr. Magee stepped
softly to the ticket window and made
low-voiced inquiry of the man in
side.
whats she crying about he
a thin. sallow face, on the forehead
of which a mop of ginger-eolored hair
lay listlessly, was pressed against the
bars.
"Thanks." said tho ticket agent, ~
get asked the Same old question 80
often, one like yours sort of breaks
the monotony. Sorry ! can't help
YOU. She's q woman, and Lord only
knows why women cry. And some
times | reckon even He must be q
little puzzled. Now, my wife"
II think I'll ask her" confided Mr.
Magee In a hoarse whisper.
'oh. wouldn't, advised the man
behind the bars. TITS best to let EN-
alone. They stop quickly If they ainNi
noticed"
'But she's in trouble" argued Billy
Magee
And son You be- most likely" re
sponded the cynic, 'if you interiors
No, soiree! Take my advice. shoot
old Asuuewan's rapids in barrel Il
you want to, but keep away from
crying women"
THE needless Billy Magee, however
was already moving across the un
scrubbed floor with chiyalrous inten
ton.
The girls trim shoulders no Longer
heayed so unhappily. Mr.. Magee. ap
preaching, thought himself again II
the college yard at dusk, with tn
great elms signing overhead, and IN,
fresh young voices of the glee clul
ringing out from the steps of a cen
tury-oid building. What were tn
words they sang so many times?
Weep no more, my lady,
oh! weep no more today"
He regretted that he could no
make use of them. They had Away
seemed to him so sad and beautiful
But troubadours, he knew went on
of fashion long before railway sta
tions came in. So his remark to tn
Young woman was not at all melodi
Gus:
.Can I do anything?"
A portion of the handkerchief wa
removed, and an eye which. Mr.. Ma
gee noted, was of an admirable blu'
peeped out at him. To the gaze
aven solitary eye Mr.. Magee'
aspect was decidedly pleasing. Youn
Williams. who posed at the club as
! Wit. had once said that Billy Mage
came as near to being fnagazin
artists idea OF the proper hero 9
story as any man could, an
~ the same time retain the respec
and affection of his fellows. Mr. Ma
gee thought he read approval IN ln
lone eyeE Of blue. When the LA