Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1913-03-29
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papers In order fokcf what Ks SSlledI
y broad point OF vtew-when he felt
Aslight tug at the ,topmost paper. |.
stinctivelysh he HEhtened his krip.
There was another tug, this time q
more decided one. Tt was also slightly
Impatient and 1t was successful. AS
the newspaper slipped from under hiB
arm young Whitman was aware that
q cpin was being pressed into his
hand. He turned just In time to catch
q glimpse sof a pink, softly curved
cheek under an enguling hat, and to
see the young woman deity whip her
spoils into 9 shape convenient Tor car.
srying as she ran. -
Before he could recoyer his breath
sufficiently to call to her his assailant
Fhad become lost in the crowd that was
boarding the train. All he could be
sure OF was the pink cheek, a hat that
looked to his bewildered mascuiine
eye like all the other hats that were
bobbing about the station and a blue
serge suit. 81
a. Young Whitman looked at the coin
! his hand; then he looked at the
newspapers that remained Under his
arm. She had taken his favorits, the
one that he really depended upon for
his literary meal. Then he looked up
3 into b grinning ~countenance of a
neighbor.
Took o for a newsboy, did shei"
chortled, the neighbor.
Once more young Whitman looked
down at the money in his hand. He
held it out ~.hsiplessly. "Can you beat
that?" he said, dazedly. j
In spite of his loss, the memory of
that pink cheek remained pleasantly
with young Whitman for some time.
For its sake ne took a decided inter-
est in nondescript hats and blue
serge suits for several weeks afteE
ward Probably 1t was this newly de
yeloped 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 a plnk.cheeked
wearer OF q blue serge suit and a hat
OF the kind already inadequately de-
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 a parcel lying there. He seized
the parcel and made after the owner.
II beg your pardon" he said, raising
his hat, sbut 7 think you left this In
the carr
The girl looked down at the parcel.
"It is mine," she said. THANK you
ever 80 muchE
- She moved to the sidewalk and q lit
lie way out Of the crowd without ta-
king the parcel. Then she opened and
plunged her hand Into the recesses OF
an enormous handbag. After a more
or less prolonged. Scrabble" among its
contents che brought forth a small
Epurse. she scanned It's contents
eagerly.
Dear me-" young Whitman heard
her murmur. az haven't a thing but "A
quarter. l suppose I'll have to give
him that
I" The parcel was taken from him with
hasty courtesy. Once more he felt a
coin pressed into his hand. A vaguely
i~mpersonal voice breathed, THANK
Q ever so much" and the owner of,
the parcel had disappeared trainward.
Young Whitman stood still, ponder
ing i net y"g anything" ne remarked,
presently, to Romseh, that that is the
very same girl. " "a fats!"
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 SO confident that another
meeting had been arranged by fate