The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1915-09-18
THE MOMENTS SPUR



A dozen motor cars waited at Rose
bush station for the arrival of the $3.50
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 thundered into the
station. Immediately there was a
chorus of shouts as a man jumped
from the train and ran across the plat
| form.
Stop him-stop him!"
The fugitive darted around the
building. fairly hurled himself into
the tonneau of the Stone car and
crouched in the bottom.
Start off anywhere! I'll explain as
soon as we're on the wayl" he begged.
For answer Marjorie pulled the
starting lever and the beautiful big
car glded away from the platform
just as the. pursuers painted around
the building.
In 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 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 me?o he asked
abruptly.
Il believe 1t was your gray hair"
confessed Marjorie, with swift
glance in his direction II thought
you we're old. and II do pity old
people,
Il feel old enough today!' NUT
tered the man.
you are in trouble?" she asked,
softly.
He nodded. 1T seems there was
some trouble in Bentcn-the large
town beyond here. I was there on
business for my firm when received
telegram saying that my father was
dying in Albany. | sprinted for the
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 persuade them to the
contrary. So shook them off and
held EN- off with my revolver until
they reached here. saw you sitting |
there and jumped in, and you know
the rest!"
And you want to 60 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 730-and 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 ana answered |
the wave of his hand with a futter
ing handkerchief until the rear car
disappeared in the woods
Then she drove swiftly back to the
station, to find that her father had |
arrived and was waiting AS they
drove home in the twilight she told
him the story of the fugitive and how
she had helped him to escape.
Mr.. Stone laughed skeptically and
shook his head.
"Oh, my romantic daughter!' he
teased her.
Marjorie blushed divinely. III yos
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 frcm
town In it was full account Of the
Benton burglary and picture of the
thief. who had been caught
Daddy it's not my passenger
cried Marjorie; so 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 man whose
form was familiar to Marjorie.
It 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 to hear that you helped
young Arthur to reach his father in
time to bid him farewell"
Thanks to YOU" said Arthur.
Marjorie said she was glad and
then she. became suddenly very shy
SO that the two men were compelled
to talk to each other as the big car
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