The Meeker herald. [volume] (Meeker, Colo.) 1885-current, 1914-12-19
the FILTRATION OF
ANNE
She Knew He Was a
Winner.
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in the Halliwell family. 70 intense was
the scramble to get frocks that match
ed the shoes, girdles to match the
frocks. with suA,cient Of everything
into the travelling bags and Anne % to
the station for the 400 train. At the last
minute she xnatched from her writing
desk few pages torn from maga-
sine and stuffed them into her hand
bag a. she buried down to the cab.
Janet had sent her the story fort
night ago. ana the success or failure
Of the week end for her depended upon
whether or not she waded through 1t
before she reached Brentwood. Janet
had ret opinions about come things.
among them her love for Conventional
Anne and an overweening desire to
provide literature much diversified by
commentaries for her beat beloved.
Anne made the train. As she hur-
ried down the platform and climbed
into the car feeling Of wild good hu-
NOR possessed her. The old cramping
occurrences that savored of self con-
seriousness In her personality had been
lost in the excitement Of the last hour.
She found herself within the car with
. dizzy desire TO do something rash.
She didn't know what exactly. Then
It flashed over her-no more old ladies
or women With children or nice elderly
men. She shuddered at thought Of the
innurherable times she had asked to
share their seats-no. This time she
was free from tradition. She would
pick a winner! with brave determine
tion she gripped her bags and set out
down the aisle In quest Of him.
He was at the extreme end Of the
car. Big and brown, and he looked
the part. The little query was said.
the alucrious moving of bags ended.
and Anne sank into the mans place By
the window. facing him. with q tiny
feeling Of exultation.
He was winner sure enough. hand
some and with the most charming
manner imaginable. Anne dubbed him
4 Harvard man when he lifted his hat.
They were all 20 delightfully."- gallant.
She wna not In the least embarrassed
by bis intermittent gaze. which Was
timed. ~ only a winner knows how. to
meet her vaErant giances. She knew
her hat was immeasurahiy becoming.
with the pink rose and soft plume
aRainst her browninh haiti: also that
her blue fog 1T Was tie latest cry In
fur~ and her cloves and boots correct.
II occurred to her presently. however.
that abe ought to convince the man Of
her complete disinterestedneas In choos-
Ing him for travelling companion.
Accordingly she drew the portion Of
magazine from her hand bag and set
tied herrelf comfortably. There were
six pages Of It. and she knew that. pro-
vided she read leisurely. 1t would last
until she reached Brentwood. Janet had
third virtue. She considered. specu-
lating subconsciously. with eyes nxed
on the flowing landscape. over a long
look which she had Just interrupted.
were his eyes brown or gray or green?
Oh. Janet's virtue! Well. It was pro-
viding literature for travelling young
ladies who were in danger Of revertina
without warning to embarrassing orig
inal self consciousness.
Janet had scribbled in her bold CHI
Biography wherever an interilneation
was possible fond. foolish things
which Anne soon forgot to read In her
absorption In the story. She loved a
horse. and this was a hero handled
with the sympathetic touch Of a lover
Of horxes. Tears sprang to her eyes. to
be succeeded by smile. q low laugh
or strained intentness and pain. She
finished the story a. the train whistled
for brentwood, with an overwhelming
desire to lean over and tell the man
facing her that 1t was the greatest
story ever written: that she wanted to
tell him about It: that she knew he
would understand.
Carried outside herself. she leaned
forward impulsively, her lips parted.
eyes glowing, about to speak. Presto!
Her mind spranE like trap. and she
bent over her bags instead. embar-
rassediy preparing to dee. She gave
him the neetest Of giances a. she rose,
and he looked steadily at her while a
suspicion Of smile. appreciative and
friendly. came into his eyes. She had
the story with her; but. suddenly fol-
lowing an impulse. she dropped 1t ~ 4
thing of no value upon the seat.
Janet Fair was In a state Of woe.
The lion Of the house party had not
materialized. Frantic telephoning and
wires disclosed the fact that he had
left town for Siiox. next sta tion beyond
Brentwood. on the 4:5O train and had
been seen no more. The Fair country
place stood midway between the two
stations used impartially by the Fair
guests. and coupe had met both sta
lions. one bringing Anne Halliwell
from Brentwood. the last woman guest.
"He u. yours. DEAR said Janet. draw
ing Anne out into the chill moonlight
on the little balcony.
"Why don't You take him yourselfr'
laughed Anne.
stran'f Nevar aeea me Told ma CON-