The Pageland journal. [volume] (Pageland, S.C.) 1911-1978, 1916-01-19
THE MOMENTS SPUR
BY cLARIssA MAcKIE.

Dush station for the arrival of the 6: 80
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 vibl ated
with sound as 1t thundered into the
station. Immediately there was
chorus OF shouts as q man jumped
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 way!" he begged.
For answer Marjorie pulled the
starting lever and the beautiful big
car glided 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?" he asked
abruptly.
II believe it was your gray hair"
confessed Marjorie, with swift
glance in his direction. II thought
you were old, and IL do pity old
people,"
II feel old enough today" NUT
tered the man.
"You are in trouble?" she asked,
softly.
He nodded. "It seems there was
some trouble in Benton-the large
town beyond here. was there on
business for my firm when received
a telegram saying that my father was
dying in Albany. I 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 / couldn't persuade them to the
contrary. SO shook them off and
I held 'em off with my revolver until
they reached here. I saw you sitting
there and jumped in. and you know
the rest!"
And you want to go to Albany?"
asked Marjorie without questioning,
his statement.
He n9dded- G1a<efs''7
I'VE are near the Central railway, :
which will take you to Poughkeep-,
sie," she said. 1--WE can reach there
in time for the 7:30-and 1 do hope
you will reach there in time"
you are good" he said with deep
feeling.
In few minutes they drew up at
the Central depot and she watched
him board the train and answered
the wave of his haRd with a flutter-
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. "If you
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 from
town. In it was a full account of the
Benton burglary and a picture of the
thief, VINO 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 a man whose
form was familiar to Marjorie
II VAS he! fugitive,
Ta"ny eyes and violet ones met
In glad glance and then the mans
hand went ort in greeting as Mr..
Stone introduced him.
Marjorie this is son OF my ole
friend, Arthur Gray Gray died in
Albany 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