New Britain herald., 1915-12-08
What Madge Saw in the Girl Dicky
 Raved Over So Enthusiastically.

"Well! we are in plenty of time.'
 We were seated, Dicky and l. in the waiting room of the Long Island rail- ! road. Dicky had bought our tickets to Marvin, the little village which was to be the starting point of our country ramble, and we were putting in the time before our train was ready in gazing at the usual morning scene in railroad station. There were not many passengers going out of the stations on the island 1 but scores of commuters were hurry l ing through the station on their way to their offices and other places of en- ! p1oyment.
 You don't see many of the com muters up here," Dicky remarked. 1 There's passage direct from the | trains to the subway on the lower lev ! el, and most of them take that. Some or the women come up to brink a bit in the waiting room, and some of the men come through here to get cigars l or papers, but the big crowd is down on the train level'
 DO you notice how contented and healthy most of them look?" I asked.
 "It's a differentt looking set from the ordinary city crowd" Dicky ac-
 
 healthier. They live more regular lives, and have plenty of fresh air. But not for me in the winter time Too deadly dull and if you want to come into town it takes year or two to get in and back. But in the sum- mer time, when you only have to get in once or twice week it's the only life"
 l hardly heard him, for I was so in terested in girl who had just come into the waiting room. I had never seen so self-possessed a creature in my life. She was unusually beautiful. with golden hair that was so real the most captious person could not suspect that hair of being dyed. Her eyes were dark, and the unusual combination of eyes and hair fitted a face with regu- lar features and a fair s<fn., I had seen Christmas and Easter cards with faces like hers. But had never seen l any one like her in real life, and am afraid I stared at her as hard as | did every one else in the waiting | room.
 l By Jcve!' Dicky drew in a deep breath. Isn't she the most ripping beauty you ever saw?"
 His eyes were following her 1.-the, | perfect figure as she walked down the waiting room. I have never seen a pretty girl appear so utterly uncon- scious of the glances directed toward her as she did
 But with a woman's intuition I knew that underneath her calm eX- terror she was noticing and apprais- ing every admiring look she received. I could not have told how I knew this but did know it.
 
 us, and Dicky frankly turned quite around to stare at her.
 "I wonder if she is going on our train," he unused. By George I never saw anything like her in my life"
 I looked at him in open amazement tinged not a little with resentmen ent. He was With me, his bride of less than a month, for our first days outing since our marriage, and yet his eyes were following this other woman with the most open admiration. I felt hurt neglected, but was determined he should not think me jealous
 What She Wore.
 "Yes. isn't she beautiful?" I said as enthusiastically as I could. "I never have seen just that combination of eyes and hair"
 Its her features and figure that get me. I'd like to get glimpse of her hands and feet. Perhaps she will sit near us in the train. If she does, I promise you I am going to stare at | her unm ercifully."
 | I tried to think of something to say ' which would not betray my resent ment at his open admiration of this girl. But no words came to my mind I saw, however, that it did not mat ter. Dicky would not have heard . anything I said anyway. He was too absorbed in studying the girl. Nine tenths of the men in the station were doing the same thing.
 Most of the women were looking al her also, some with hostile glances others with critical survey, while a l few were honestly admiring her.
 I had to admit that her clothes alone were well worth looking at Either she, or some one for her. naC , carefully designed them with but one thought, that they should suit her She was so very blonde in hair and skin, so regular of feature that she 7 really would have been lacking il :, color except for her clothes. But the small hat that sat so pret = tily upon her head would have bright
 ened an absolutely colorless women. | was made of cerise velvet with a bant u of brown fur resting against he " fair hair and geranium blossoms, st = exuuisitely fashioned as to appear req scattered carelessly around the brim U The brown of the fur was like the = brown of her eyes, while the daring o color of the velvet and the flowers vi .a vifed her face.
 . How Madge Knew. }. Her gown was a tight-fitting, sever' q one-piece gown of velvet, or blue S