The Meeker herald., 1913-08-30
ON BOARD
THE FLIER
The Little Story That Was
Going on Right Under
Their Noses.
sy MARION seMToN.

~ WAnsON L
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
well take those three seats. sup
pose It's the best you can do. Law
renee. you sit there. No. noon this
ode. There's draft on that side"
.But I want to see the river" said
the elderly man ENORMOUSLY and with
q gesture akin to throwing aside de-
taining hand. though his norid and
overdressed wife had not laid 20 much
~ q finger tip on his arm.
II tell you there's . draft on that
side" she said sharply.
well. you don't want to sit in .
draft either" persisted her husband.
"No: Emily can sit there. She v
young. Drafts won't hurt her"
David Marston raised his paper sud
denly to hide the smile that would
come. He was sitting on the drafty
side, too, right behind the chair In the
parlor car which had raised the discus
sion.
..Where Is Emilyr' asked the hus-
band, now settled unwillingiy in the
chair selected for him.
"Sbe's making sure that there's nice
man in the baggage car to look after
the dogs. She'll be along In minute"
BY this time David Marston was not
the only passenger interested in the do
nestle drama. Every man and woman
in the car had laid aside paper or book.
reused to attention BY the piercing
tones and dominating bearing Of the
woman. The shrill speech might have
been forgiven on the plea that the hus-
band was evidently very deaf. The
manner was less forgivable. Newly &C.
quired riches were stamped all over
the tightly laced. middle aged figure.
The characterless face, due to much
electric massaging, spoke Of hours
spent with beauty experts. Her frock.
wrap and hat shrieked "Paris!''
Evidently the couple were going
back to New York after brief stay
Mt their lodge in the Catskills. for the
limited had stopped at the small town
close to fashionable mountain fast
nesses on special orders.
"You don't think anything will hap
pen to Emily trying to cross the plat
forms?" asked the man anxiously.
"It's q vestibuled train!" shrieked
his wife. 81 told her to stay until all
three Of the dogs had been properly
chained. You rsmember the time We
came Oh. there shs isr'
+ -k~ Swa vHlruar ~ N1nNtPm ~
the third member Of this interesting
party came through the narrow pas
sageway around the drawing room.
Her advent promised further enter
tainment to travel bored passengers
Only one of the latter did not crane
his neck. he simply sat staring at the
girl. his hands gripped hard on the
arms of, the chair.
She was q slender. refined looking
girl. dressed in black from her dull
calfsllin ties to her stifiy tailored trav-
cling hat. At her throat and wrists
were hne linen bands. Marston re-
called with shudder that a maid who
had opened the door for him at fash
ionable Denver home had worn Just
such a black frock with white bands.
The girl carried a bundle Of canes.
umbrellas and golf sticks. As she
tilted them In the corner beside the
elderly man she said something to him
which he seemed to hear. though she
did not follow his wife's example and
raise her voice. He settled back with
q contented air.
There's your chair. Emily" said the
woman, waving her hand across the
aisle. The girl turned. stepped across
the aisle. looked at Marston. caught
her breath sharply and sank into her
chair. which she wheeled 10 that her
back was turned squarely upon him.
By this time David had recovered
thought and speech. He rose, DELHI
erately walked In front of the girl and
extended his hand.
Don't tell me that mere tribe like
a beard makes me unacceptable. EN-
lily. should have known you even II
you had dyed your hair
The girls hand lay Imply in his;
then she pulled herself together and
withdrew 1t.
"Oh. knew you at once. But the
shock
"PrecIsely. 1t was a shock to me-
to find you with them"
The gesture was slight, but Emily
Hunt knew what be meant. and her
cheeks crimsoned.
II can EXPLAIN
"Let me turn your chair around 70
we can talk" Marston suggested, and
q moment later they sat side by side.
facing the river bank, their backs to
Miss Emily's employer. who smiled in
bafiied curiosity and gaxed their way
through jeweled lorgnon.
"Oh. the story Is short enough" said
Emily bitterly. Selling daubs and
teaching youngsters in Colorado town