Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1915-09-02
THE MOMENTS SPUR
ey cLARlssA MAcKiE.

A dozen motor cars waited at Rose
bush station for the arrival OF the ESQ
train from town.
Marjorie Stone sat at the steering
wheel of her own little runabout
waiting for her father A train whis-
tied and presently the air vibrated
with sound as 1t thundercd into the
station. Immediately there was q
chorus OF shouts as a man Jumped
from the train and ran across the plat
form.
stop him-stop himl"
The fugitive darted around the
building. fairly hurled himself into
the tonneau of the Stone car and
crouched in the bottom.
start on anywhere! I'll explain as
soon as we're on the way" he begged.
For answer Marjorie pulled the
starting lever and the beautiful big
car glided away from the platform
Just as the pursuers painted around
the building
In n moment the big machine purred
swiftly away from the depot and dis
appeared around the bend of Bushy
road.
When they were ten miles from the
station the man raised himself and
stepped over the seat to sit beside
Marjorie.
For the first time she took n good
look at him and noted that he was
young in spite of the gray hair that
edged his temples. He was well
dressed. but his clothing was covered
with dust
why did you save me7' he asked
abruptly.
Il believe II was your gray hair"
confessed Marjorie. with n swift
glance in his direction. Il thought
you were old. and IL do pity old
people"
"I feel old enough today" NUT
tered the man.
"You are in trouble7" she asked.
softly.
He nodded. 1T seems there was
some trouble In Benton--the large
town beyond here. I was there on
business for my firm when received
n Telegram saying that my father was
dying In Albany. I sprlnted for tho
railroad station in order TO catch the
express. The whole town was out
chasing a bold thief who had been
working in daylight crossed his
trail and they thought was the man,
and I couldn't peranade them to the
contrary. So I shook them on and
! held 'em OF with my revolver until
they reached here. saw you sitting
there and jumped in. and you know
the rest!"
And you want to go to Albany?"
asked Marjorie without questioning
his statement.
He nodded gratefully
I'VE are near the Central railway.
which will take you TO Poughkeep-
sie." she said. I'VE can reach there
in time for the 7:30-and I do hope
you will reach there in time"
you are good" he said with deep
feeling
In a few minutes they drew up at
the Central depot and she watched
him board the train and answered
the wave OF his hand with n flutter.
ing handkerchief until the rear car
disappeared In the woodB
Then she drove swiftly back to the
station TO find that her father had
arrived and was waiting. AZ they
drove home In the twilight she told
him the story of the fugitive and how
she had helped him TO escape.
MIR. Stone laughed skepticaliy and
shook his head.
"oh. my romantic daughter!" he
teased her
Marjorie blushed diylneIy. IF you
had seen his eyes. daddy. you would
never have doubted him." she pro-
tested
The next evening he showed her
the newspaper he had brought from
town. In II was full account OF the
Benton burglary and a picture OF the
thief. who had been caught.
Daddy. it's not my passengeri"
cried Marjorie: 80 he did tell the
truth. after all"
Several weeks later Marjorie
waited once more at Rosebush sta
tion for her fathers arrival from
town.
When the train came In Mr.. Stone
was accompanied by q man whose
form was familiar 20 Marjorie.
II was her fugitive!
Tawny eyes and violet ones met
in a glad glance and then the mans
hand went out In greeting as Mr..
Stone introduced him.
Marjorie. this is a son Of my old
friend, Arthur Gray. Gray died In
Albany a short time ago-and you
will be glad 10 hear that you helped
young Arthur TO reach his father in
time to bid him farewell"
Thanks 10 you" said Arthur.
Marjorie said she was glad, and
then she became suddenly very shy,
so that the two men were compelled
to talk 10 each other as the big car
whIrlee them toward home
That was the beginning Of many
rides for Marjorie and Arthur Gray.
and with each return of her strange
passenger he appeared TO grow
younger.
At last they took one important
ride together. and when they returned
Marjorie wore a magic ring on the
third finger of her left hand, and
both wore a look OF unmlstakable Joy
I'm their faces.
(copyrigslt, 1915. by the Mcclure News
paper syndIcate.J