Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-11-20

speak of 1t even more enthusiastically
than any of the railroad folders do.
And yet it's only recent-my discovery
of its charms"
"Really?"
"Yes. When l was surveying 1t on
that stop watch of train my impress
sion of 1t was quite unfavorable. II
seemed so monotonous. l told myself
nothing exciting could ever happen
there"
"And something has happened?'
NYes. something certainly has hap
pened."
She blushed a little at his tone.
Young men usually proposed to her the
first time they saw her. Why shouldn't t
she blush little?
They ratified on down that road that
was so sandy. so uninteresting, so lone
ly, with only garage advertisement
here and there to suggest a world out
side.
The girl sat anxiously on the edge of
the seat. her cheeks flaming, her eyes
alight- Minot watched her. And sud-
denly all the happy, sad little memo
rfes melted into golden glow-the
glow of being alive on this lonesome
road-with her, Then suddenly he
knew. This was the one girl. the girl
of all the world, the girl he should love
while the memory of her lasted, which
would be until the eyes that looked
upon her now were dust. A great ex-
ultation swept through him.
what did you mean," he asked,
when you said you were always do
ing things like thisi"
81 meant" she answered, "that I'm
a silly little fool. Oh. If you could
know me well,' and her eyes seemed
to question the future, you'd see for
yourself. Never looking ahead to cal
culate the consequences. It's the old
story of fools rushing in
"You mean of angels rushing in,
don't you? l never was good at old
saws, but
"And once more, please-your
watch?"
Twenty minutes of l."
"Oh, dear. Can We
A wild whoop from the driver inter
rupted.
"San Marcow he cried, pointing to
where red towers rose above the green
of the country. at paid to take q
chance with me. 1 sure did let her out.
Where do you want to go, ladyT'
"The Hotel de Ia Pax" said the girl,
and, with sigh OF deep relief, sank
back upon the cushions.
"And Salvador won," quoted Mr.. Mi
not, with a laugh.
How can l ever thank you?" the
girl asked.
Don't try" said AIinot. THAT Isl
mean-try, if you will, please"
1T meant so very much to me-
mo; you'd better not, after all. 1t
makes me feel guilty, for l did moth
ing that doesn't come under the head
of glorious privilege. A chance to
serve you. Why, I'd travel to the ends
of the earth for that"
"But it was good of you. You can
hardly realize all it meant to me to
reach this hotel by 1 o'clock. Perhaps
l ought to tell you
'It doesn't matter" Minot replied.
THAT you have reached here is my re-
ward" His cheeks burned; his heart
sang. Here was the one girl, and he
built castles IN Spain with Tightening
strokes. She should be his. She must
be. Before him life stretched, glorious,
with her at his side.
81 think l will tell you," the girl was
saying. This is to be the most i'm
portant luncheon of my life because
"YesY smiled Mr.. Minot
Because it is the one at which /
am going to announce my engage
menti''
Minot's heart stopped beating. A
hundred castles in Spain came tum-
bling about his ears, and the rear of
their falling deafened him. He put out
his hand blindly to open the door, for
he realized that the car had come to q
stop.
let me help you, please" he said
DULY.
And even as he spoke horrible pos
sibility swept into his heart and over
Shelmed him.
IL beg your pardon" he stammer-
ed, "but would you mind telling me
one thing"
"Of course not. But l really must
fly
"The name of-the happy man."
"Why, Allan, Lord Harrowby. Thank
you so much, and goodby."
She was gone now, gone amid the
palms of that gorgeous hotel court.
yard. And out of the roar that en-
yeloped him Minot heard a voice:
"Thirty-fve dollars, mister"
(To Be Continued.)