The Washburn leader., 1916-02-04
THE REAL and ONLY
By IzoLA FORESTER.

): BY IzoLA FORESTER. ::
Observation-Disclosures: =:
When you stand for hours at a
ticket Office In an elevated station, you
get to know your regular people. Be
sides. Larry had the inquisitive ro-
mantle sense. and he often wondered
whether some day the Girl, the real
and only, would walk up and ask him
for a ticket. and maybe he'd be alb.
sent-minded and let her get by with.
out recognizing his fate.
And after all, it was Marty who no.
ticed her first. Marty took the tickets
and could see everybody up and down
the platform. One night about 5:45,
as train pulled out, Marty strolled
over and said: "He was right on time
tonight, wasn't he?"
: II missed it." said Larry. "What il
1T"
"She's been waiting here regular
and frequent for three nights now,
and he comes at 5:45. Some girl, be.
neve me, Larry"
The next night Larry watched for
her. When she came to buy her ticket
1T was She! He didn't have to be
told twice. All he did was look at
her. She was slender and lissome.
Somewhere Larry had read about girls
who were lissome and winsome and
the kind that Just took the heart out
Of you without asking.
For three weeks or more Marty and
he watched the progress of her 70.
nance. Neither one approved Of the
man. He was too young and sure of
himself, too nonchalant, Marty said.
That was the word. Nonchalant meant
you didn't give rap whether she was
there to meet you or not. Sometimes
he was late, but she never was. And
finally, when the 5:45 Harlem express
pulled in one night, she saw him
through the window with another girl,
and he didn't get of that night,
She must have been crying. Larry
reasoned it out afterward. The steps
were icy that night anyway and slip
perry, but when she turned around to
go down them to the street she fell
and it was Larry who reached her first
and carried her back to a bench in
the warm waiting room.
I'm not q bit hurt" she faltered,
"Only shaken up a little bit. can 60
h0me''
Whereat. with great emphasis on
the impersonal business responsibility
he felt, Larry told her he got off at six
and would see that she reached her
home safely. And Marty whistled as
he saw them board the uptown train
together. BY the time he left her al
her door up on Eighty-sixth street
near Madison avenue, they had made
wonderful strides in acquaintanceship
All the way back to his room. Larry
said her name over, Alice Carlson
Perhaps she had inherited that blonde
spun-gold hair from some Morse an
cestor, he thought, and her rare. clear
coloring.
Marty was the first to notice the
veering of the wind of romance. She
failed to appear on the platform fol
the 5:45 Harlem express. Several
times the young man in gray got of
and looked about, but she was moi
there, and he seemed troubled. Then
came q night when he waited around
until the 6:10, which Larry always
took, and he saw her.
And, just as he approached. Larry
tucked her under his lee, SO to speak
and put her aboard the train. She wal
q bit white. but game, with her head
uplifted and her lips smiling at Larry
and when they had gone several sta
tions she said:
did you see that young man In
gray? IL know him. He's often in
our store. He's a salesman"
Eyes" said Larry pleasantly. "Seems
to be what we used to call up home
sort Of spruce looking"
She laughed; and shook her head.
II don't know. I don't like that sort
Seems nice to meet somebody, real
somebody like home folks, don't you
know? New York's so strange. you
almost lose yourself in IT,"
You have to keep fearfully busy SO
you don't get homesick," he laughed
down at her. That's the way to win
in anything just hang on"
She looked up at him admiringly
her eyes sparkling with interest-look
ing until something in his own blue
eyes brought the color to her face
Mother said shed like to meet
/ you," she said shyly. IF you're moi
too busy Sunday evening
I'm not" Larry broke in buoyant
~. "But don't be too nice to me OF
III be glad you tumbled that first
night"
The wind swept around the corne,
40 they came to the street and she
bent to face It, her muff pressed close
against her face, her eyes full Of Z
new light.
.I'm awfully glad" she said softly
What funny little things kind Of
kind of change lives around. don't
they3-
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