Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1914-02-03
BIGGERS
ESTABLISHED 1868.
cspyrisht. 1918. by the Bobhs-herrili
Company
CHAPTER I.
"Weep No More, My Lady,


"Weep No More, My Lady,
A young woman was crying bitter
w In the waiting room of the railway
station at Upper Asquewan Falls, N
Y.
A beautiful young woman? That is
exactly what Billy Magee wanted to
know as, closing the waiting room
door behind him, he stood staring just
inside. Were the features against
which that frail bit Of cambria was
agonizingly pressed Of pleasing con-
tour? The girls neatly tailored cordu-
roy suit and her fiippant but charming
millinery argued well. Should he
step gallantly forward and inquire In
sympathetic tones as to the cause OF
her woe? Should he carry chivalry
even to the lengths Of Upper Asque-
wan Falls?
No; Mr.. Magee decided he would
not. The train that had just roared
away into the dusk had not brought
him from the region of skyscrapers
and derby hats for deeds of knight er-
rantry upstate. Anyhow the girls
tears were none of his business. A
railway station was a natural place
for grief-a field Of many partings,
upon whose floor fell often in torrents
the tears of those left behind. A
friend, mayhap lover, had been
whisked off into the night by the re-
lentless 5.34 local. Why not a lover?
Surely about such a dainty, trim,
figure as this courtiers hovered as
moths about a flame. Upon tender
intimate sorrow it was not the place
of an unknown Magee to intrude. He
put his hand gently upon the latch
of the door.
And yet dim and heartless and cold
was the interior Of that waiting room.
No place surely for a gentleman to
leave a lady sorrowful, particularly
when the lady was so alluring. Oh,
beyond question she was most allur-
ing. Mr.. Magee stepped softly to the
inquiry Of the man inside.
What's she crying about? ?" he ask
ed.
Thanks" said the ticket agent. II
get asked the same old question so
often one like yours sort OF breaks the
monotony. Sorry I can't help you.
She's a woman, and the Lord only
knows why women cry. And some
times 1 reckon even he must be lit
tie puzzled. Now, my Wife
II think I'll ask her." confided Mr..
Magee in a hoarse whisper.
"Oh, I wouldn't" advised the man
behind the bars. Its best to let 'em
alone They stop quicker if they amt
noticed"
But she's in trouble" argued Billy
Magee.
And SOIL you be mos likely" re-
sponded the cynic, ''if you interfere.
No. street Take my advice. Shoot
old Asquewan's rapids in a barrel if
you want to, but keep away from cry
ing women.
Mr.. Magee, approaching, thought
himself again in the college yard at
dusk, with the great elms signing
overhead and the fresh young voices
of the glee club ringing out from the
steps of century old building. What
were the words they sang so many
times?
Weep no more, my lady,
Oh, weep no more today!
He regretted that he could not
make use Of them. But troubadours,
he knew, went out of fashion long be-
fore railway stations came in. So his
remark to the young woman was not
at all melodious:
Can / do anything"
A portion of the handkerchief was
removed and an eye which, Mr.. Ma
gee noted, was of an admirable blue
peeped out at him. To the gaze of
even a solitary eye Mr.. Magee's aspect
was decidedly pleasing. Mr.. Magee
thought he read approval in the lone
eye of blue. When the lady spoke
however, he hastily revised his opin-
ion.
Yes" she said, you can do some
thing. You can go away-far, far
away"
Mr. Magee stiffened. Thus chivalry
Jared in Upper Asquewan Falls in the
year 1911.
II beg your pardon" he remarked
You seemed to be in trouble. and
thought might possibly be of some
assistance"
The girl removed the entire hand
kerchief. The other eye proved to be
the same admirable blue-a blue hall
way between the shade of her cordu.
roy suit and that of the jacky's CO.'S
tune in the "See the World-Join the
Navy" poster that served as back
ground to her woe.
II don't mean to be rude" she ex-
planned more gently. "but-I'm crying
you see, and a girl simply can't look
attractive when she cries"
IF 1 had only been regularly intro
duced to you and all that" responded
Mr.. Magee, 'I could make a very
fattering reply" And true one. he
added to himself, for even in the faint
fiickering light of the station he found
ample reason for rejoicing that the BIZ
of cambria was no longer agonizingly
pressed. AS yet he had scarcely look
ed away from her eyes, but he was
dimly aware that up above wisps OF
golden hair peeped inpudently from
beneath a saucy black hat.
My grief" said the girl, "is utterly
silly and-womanish. 1 think 1t would
be best to leave me alone with it
Thank you for your interest And
would you mind asking the gentleman
who is pressing his face so feverishly
against the bars to kindly close hi:
Window"
Certainly" replied Mr.. Magee. HI
turned away. AS he did so he collidet