The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-09-25

tell him goodby and perform the final operation. First I tried to establish plane of common citizenship with him by telling him how much his two years friendship across the waters had meant to me while we studied the same pro- fesston under the same masters, drew at the same drawing boards and watch ed dear old Paris flame into her jew eled night fire from Montmarte togeth- CT I was frankly affectionate, and it made him suspicious of me.
 Then I tried to tell him just a little, only a hint, of my new attitude toward his sex, and before he had had time even to grasp the idea he exploded.
 Don't talk to me as if you were an alienfst trying to examine an abstruse case, Evelina,'' he growled, with e1- tre1ne temper. "Go on down and rus ticate with your relatives for the sum mer and fly the bats in your belfry at the old nossbacks while I am getting this Cincinnati and gulf stations com mission under way. Then, when l can, I will come for you. Let's don't dis cuss the matter and it's time l took you back to your hotel.'
 Not a very encouraging tilt for my maiden lance.
 Considering the situation, and my in- tentions, was a bit frightened as the huge engine ratt1ed and roared it's way along the steel rails that were leading me back, down into the Harpeth val ley. But when we crossed the Ken lucky line, I forgot the horrors of my mission, and I thrilled glorious1y at getting back to my hills. Old liar peth had just come into sight, as we rounded into the valley and Provi- denee Knob rested back against it, in a pink glow that I knew came from the honeysuckle in bloom all over it like a mantle. I traFeled fast into the twilight and saw all the stars smile out over the ridge, in answer to the hearth stars in the valley, before got across Silver Creek. I hadn't let any one know that I was coming, so I couldn't expect any one to meet me at the station at Glendale. There was nobody there I belonged to-just an epMty house. I suppose man com ing home like that would have whis- tied and held up his head, but I couldn't. I'm q woman. ~
 Suddenly that long gIowworm of train stopped just long enough at Glen dale to eject me and my five trunks, with such hurried emphasis that I felt I was being planted in the valley for ever, ana WOEIO nave 10 TOOL HlyS01I here or die. I still feel that way.
 And as I stood just where my feet were planted, in the dust of the road, instead of on inc little ten foot plat form, that didn't quite reach to my sleeper steps. I felt as small as I real ly am in comparison to the universe. looked after the train and groveled.
 Then, just assF was about to start running down the track, away from nowhere and to nowhere, was brought : to my. senses by 9 loud boohoo and then ~snubby choke, which seemed to come out of my bag and steamer blan- ket that stood in pile before me-.
 Trains gone, trains gone and left usI knew it would, when Sa1Iie stop ped to put the starch on her face all over again.. And Cousin James, he's 1 as slow as molasses, and I couldn't l dress two twins in not time to button one baby. Oh, d.! Oh, d-g' And wall.
 Just at that moment, down the short platform an electric light was turned on, and my fellow sufferer stood re- vealed.
 She was slim, red haired bunch of ga1atea,s stylish of cut as to upturned I ly and defiant1y unshod save for q dusty white rag around one pink toe. A cunning little straw bonnet. with an ecru lace jabot dangled in her hand, and her big brown eyes reminded me of James at her most inquisitive mo- ments.
 If you was on a train, what did you git offen it here for?' she demanded of me, with scorn and curiosity in her positive young voice.
 "I don't know why,'' I answered weakly, not at all in the tone of young gallant home from the war mood had intendedtto assume toward l the first inhabitant of my native town to whom I addressed remark "We was all a-goin' down to Hills boro to visit Aunt Bettie Pollard for a whole week, to Cousin Toms we'd ding, but my family is too slow for nothing but a funeral And Cousin 1 James, he's worse. He comed for us ten minutes behind the town clock, ; and Nanny Di1sie had phthisic, so I had to fix the two twins, and we're done left. I wisht I didn't have no familyy' And with her bare feet the young rebel raised a cloud of dust that rose and settled on my skirt.
 There they come now" she con-
 tfnued with the pained contempt still
 rising in her voice.
 i And around the corner of the station
 hurried the family party, with all the
 haste they would have been expected
 to use if they had not, just two min l utes earlier, beheld their train go re- 1 lentlessly on down the valley to Hills l boro and tho wedding celebra tion. hadn't placed the kiddie, but I might 1 have known from her own description l of her family to, whom. she belonged.
 First came SaIlie Carruthers, sailing along in the serene way that remem- bered to have always thought like ] swan in no hurry, and in her hands