New Britain herald., 1916-11-20
What Happened as the Train Sped
 Into the Mountains.

Into the Mountains.
 The unconventional greeting of the strange woman on the mountain train from Kingston startled, and, if l must confess the truth, annoyed me.
 Upon hearing Dicky's comment upon my first introduction to the mountains she had turned around in her seat and remarked that I would have the treat of my fife in seeing them I told myself that it was the fastidious conventional code in which I had been reared that made be resent this freedom on the part of the oddly attractive though plain little woman. Yet underneath my pretense realized that what I really resented was the frankly admiring, approving look she had given Dicky
 I ought to be used to this approving feminine gaze at Dicky. I encounter it from the eyes of some woman upon alm ost every occasion I am with him in a public place. But I cannot help the annoyance I always feel when I meet it, although I try hard to put down the feeling, which I know is futile as we'll as silly,
 But I knew better than to show any frigidity to the woman accosting me. Her accent, her voice, the cut of her clothing, all showed that she was 8 woman of the world sojourning in the mountains, and conducting herself with an unconventionality which she would not have used in her own sur roundings, but which she evidently thought suited to her environment
 On the Rear Platform
 I summoned as friendly a smile as I could manage to my lips.
 "Being among the mountains is a long cherished dream of mine," I said. 'I can hardly realize even now that I am really among them'
 eff you'll just cast your eye out of the window" DicEy said, carelessly, you'll find your dream has como true"
 His words were for me His fash ing. brilliant, insouciant smile in cluded the woman in front of Us. I saw her eyes narrow a triflc, then widen with answering friendly gleam Then, with a little enigmatic nod. half to herself, half to us, she turned abruptly in her seat and again bent over the long, gray, serviceable look ing article, evidently a mans stocking, which she was knitting.
 Another of those posers who knit in public for the soldiers" I mcf'a1ly commented, as I turned toward the window and drank in the bea''+v of the majestic mountain peaks clothed fin their royal robes of scarlet and gold
 ''TIow would you like to stand on l the back platform ?' Dicky asked casually. "you can see both sides from there"
 'I think I should like it very much" I returned demurely, and followed . him to the back platform. already occupied by heavily built elderly ! man, and great hulking young giant with his trousers licked in his boots, who, at my approach, stepped back with awkward courtesy to give me his i place.
 "Oh. I don't want to take your place." I protested.
 "1 guess I've probably seen this m ore times than you have, ma am," he drawled eve been going over this road twice a day for seven years"
 He turned away as if expecting no answer, and I felt no more qualms about usurping his position
 stand in the doorway. Madpe," Oicky said, land take hold of nc"
 lie braced himself on the outside by to the hand rail of the steps, sor this was no observation car, simply an ordinary platform with the