The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1913-02-05
HIS EAvoRITE PAPER
BY JOHN KANE.

suburb. was standing with his back to
the approaching train one morning.
peacefully gazing upon the autumnal
landscape, with bundle Of newspa-
pers under his arm-it was young
Whitman's habit to buy all the news
papers in order to get what he called
. broad point Of view-when he felt
, slight tug at the topmost paper. In
stinctively he frightened his grip.
There was another tug. this tina a
more decided one. It was also slightly
Impatient, and 1t was successful. AS
the newspaper slipped from under his
arm young Whitman was aware that
. coin was being pressed into his
hand. He turned Just in time to catch
. glimpse Of pink. softly curved
sheek under an engulfng hat. and to
see the young woman deftly whip her
spoils into a shape convenient for car
Tying as she ran.
Before he could recover his breath
sufficiently to call to her his assailant
had become lost In the crowd that was
boarding the train. All he could be
sure of was the pink cheek. hat that
looked to his bewildered masculine
40 like all the other hats that were
bobbing about the station and a blue
serge suit
Young Whitman looked at the coin
In his hand; then he looked at the
uewspapers that remained under his
arm. She had taken his favorite, the
one that he really depended upon for
his literary meal. Then he looked up
Into the grinning countenance Of Q
aeighbor.
ehortled the neighbor.
Once more young whitman looked
down at the money In his hand. He
held 1t out helplessly. Gan you beat
thatf" he said, dazedly.
In spite of his loss. tho memory Of
that pink cheek remained pleasantly
with young Whitman for some time.
For Its sake he took a decided inter.
est in nondescript hats and blue
serge suits for several weeks after
ward. Probably It was this newly de-
veloped interest that made him notice
one evening In the street car which
was bearing him and a number of
others over to his station that directly
in front Of him sat pink-cheeked
wearer Of blue serge suit and hat
Of the kind already inadeQuately do
scribed-
He was some little distance behind
the young woman and when on getting
out he passed the seat in which she
had been sitting he saw that she had
left . parcel lying there. He seised
the parcel and made after the owner.
Il beg your pardon" he said. raising
his hat but think you left this n
the car.
The gin looked down At tie prod
TT Il mine." she said. Thank yoa
ever 20 much"
6he moved to the sidewalk and M
lie way out Of the crowd without t.
king the parcel. Then she opened and
plunged her hand into the recesses Of
an enormous handbag. After q moro
or less prolonged scrabble" among it,
contents she brought forth . small
purse. She scanned IT. contents
eagerly.
Dear me- young Whitman heard
her murmur Il haven't . thing but .
quarter. suppose I'll have to give
him that
The parcel was taken from him with
hasty courtesy. Once more he felt .
coin pressed into his hand. A vaguely
impersonal voice breathed, Thank
you ever 30 much,- and the owner OF
tho parcel had disappeared trainward
Young Whitman stood sti1l. ponder
ing. Il bet you anything" he remarked,
presently, to homself. that that IL the
very same girl It is fate!"
Nimbly and shamelessly he rushed
into the train. searched until he found
the girl In the blue serge suit. and
then seated himself directly behind
her. He was determined that he
would at least know her next time
they met.
He was 40 confident that another
meeting had been arranged by fate
that he felt no surprise when upon 90
ing over to call some evenings later
upon his friends the Parkinsons he
found there the girl of the tips. Mrs.
Parkinson presented him TO her. In
forming him that the girl was Parl.in-
sno's sister. and that she was going
to pass the winter with them
The rest followed naturally enough.
They are married now.
MY dear" young Mrs. Whitman
says whenever her husband starts to
tell the story Of their early encoun.