Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-01-30

and strode out to the smoker.
He was buck in five minutes to see
how she was resting. The pretty little
bride had not the rosy flush OF sleep
which he hud expected to see Her
face had the pallor of WEAKNESS. and
her beautifully curved brows were
knotted as II in distress. He thought
that the light in her eyes disturbed
her and drew down one of the blinds.
That troubled knitting OF June War
ners beautifully arched brows had not
been due to the light shining in her
eyes. but to the lurid flame which had
sprung up In her mind. and that flame
danced itself into the figures Of weird
dreams. She saw Ned tipping the
white toothed porter; then she saw
Ned. with equally hearty generosity,
giving her three bills. The difference
was 500.
Ah, the tantaliZing fragrance of fresh
cookies. She was In her mothers
kitchen. and old Aunt Debby. black as
midnight and round as a barrel, was
drawing pan of the delicious cakes
from the hot oven.
Wonderful cookies, those. June was
just reaching for one when. much to
her disappointment, they were not
there. The familiar old kitchen was
not there. Why. this was the kitchen
Of the new apartments, the nest which
was waiting for Ned and herself after
the honeymoon. June was in a big
white and blue dotted apron, strug.
Cling in the battling art of making
cookies. Some one came in. Ned-his
eyes shining as the fragrant cakes
turned them over ON a white cloth.
Ned burned his fingers on one of the
cookies, and he burned his tongue,
but he was highly pleased with the
taste, and he gave June some money.
He patted her on the shoulder. Again
she saw her mother paying Aunt Deb.
by and patting that valuable cook ap.
provingly on the shoulder.
In her dream June saw Ned's Office,
a stiff, prim place. as stolid as the
elder Warner. There was a nice look.
ing stenographer, quite obviously great
friends with Il nice looking young sec.
retary. and there was nice looking
office boy. 1t was evidently Saturday
night, for Ned presently rose from his
desk and walked over to the nice look.
ing stenographer. He handed her the
envelope containing her pay. and they
exchanged frank smile and few
pleasant words. Pretty good pay the
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Ned handed the nice looking secretary
an envelope They exchanged a few
pleasant words and frank smile. Ned
handed the nice looking Office boy an
envelope and laughingly squeezed the
boys chin and rumpled his hair. The
boy grinned delightedly and popped
the envelope into his inside pocket.
Then Ned walked over to June and
handed her an envelope. 1t was larger
than the others. He bowed to her
very courteously as he presented it.
He spoke a few pleasant words, but
did not smile frankly, and she cast
down her eyes. There seemed to be a
distinct understanding that she had
not earned her envelope.
A poor, shivering old woman sat
huddled in doorway. Ned stopped,
looked at the old woman moment
and then walked across to her and
handed her a coin. He was very mag
nificent about it in spite of his COM
passion. He broadened his chest with
the exhilaration of the good deed; then
he smiled down at his wife most gen
erously. Yes, his wife. for the old wo-
man was gone, and June, in luxurious
furs, but huddled. was in the door
way. 1t was she to whom he had
given the coin.
A wan and tattered, pinched and
hungry looking little boy stood mutely
beside them, piteous appeal In his up
turned eyes, and held out his clawlike
little palm. Ned, beaming with kindly
good will, placed Il coin in the out
stretched palm and put his hand in
benediction on the head of June. for 1t
was she. and not the wan little boy,
who stood there piteously begging!
What wonderful scene was this? A
bleak. wild country with huge, strange
birds flying over it and no human hab-
ltation in sight. There were human
creatures, though, two of them-a big,
ponderous jawed savage with matted
hair, who carried an enormous club
over one shoulder Behind him trudg
ed smaller figure, woman, with
matted hair hanging to her waist. In
her nose was a ring, and to this ring
was attached leather thong the 9th
er end of which was in the mans
hand. He was taking home his bride!
Music, the wedding march, the little
gray, ivy hung chapel at Brynport.
Was that Ned coming down the aisle?
Was that June just behind him? Was
there leather thong in Ned's hand
Oh. Was the other end of that
thong
There was sudden jolt and screech-
ing noise. rattle and a bang and the
sound of Kissing steam. June Warner
jumped wildly to her feet and gaZed
around the little compartment. There
were the flowers, the boxes of candy,
the scattered rice. Comprehension
came to her slowly. for she was still
half in her dream. The train had
stopped. She snatched up her cloak,
jumped up on the seat and brought
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