Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1917-11-17
ONE AND ONE

BY II. W. THOMAS.

company lay back In his seat and won
dered II that train had ever carrie,
anyone so happy ms himself. For thN
twentieth time he took out the dalnt,
missive of Dora Hildebrand, unfolda.
the heliotrcpe sheet, and read the de
llcious words: "Of course l love you
you great goose. Why didn't you ash
me before left Buffalo? I shall count
the minutes until the twenty-frst."
But the Flat Ware Man counted the
seconds as the glung-lung-a-lung of
car wheels told them of and brought
him nearer to Dora. Only a month
since she had gone home, but a busy
month for him. spent largely in schem-
ing to get the house to send him to
New York.
The train began to slow down. A
guard called, Albany Albany" Two
young men, one in a brown derby and
the other wearing a very light fedora,
entered and took places in the seat
ahead of Wentworth.
"Now, I'll show you that picture,
Charley" said the Fedora, as the train
rolled on again. He took out q pho
tograph and handed II to the other,
who held 1t before him in such a posi-
ton that the Flat Ware Man could not
miss seeing IL.
by Jovei A stunneri" exclaimed
the Brown Derby. "What eyesl Say.
old man, you're in luck"
II the Flat Ware Man could not helm
seeing the picture at first, he could not |
help bending forward now close to the |
others backs and glaring at it between
their shoulders. Well, there was no |
getting away from the horrid fact. The
face was that Of Dora Hildebrand.
"Yes, she's a mighty pretty girl,
Charley, and as clever and good as she
is pretty. And what's better than all,
she loves me. Think of It. Loves me,
a Hollow Ware drummer. Old man,
I'll bet I'm the happiest salesman, or
any other man, on this or any other
train"
The Flat Ware Man dived into his
pocket, brought out Dora's letter and
-ead 1t for the twenty-first time.
Il wonder If 1t is the family of Hill
iebrands that my people know in New
York; said the Brown Derby. The
Flat Ware Man stopped arguing with
himself, and was all attention for the
lew evidence. II never knew the fam
ly myself, but I've heard my mother =
md sisters speak of them. think the
iris were quite chummy there once.
'eems to me they lived somewhere In
CENTRAL Park West" -. sIks.s.sglashe;s'
That Settles tn The words burst
loud from the Flat Ware Man, and
When the others looked around they
aw him regarding the bell rope and
in bad imitation Of q pre-
coupled man. The Brown Derby
linked at the Hollow Ware Man, and =
he latter remarked:
by the way, old chap, be ready any 4
me to help me out as best man. The
'edding may be very sudden. have
he governors consent. Don't fail me
Ow." .
When New York was reached. he fol-
wed the Hollow Ware Man and the 7.
rown Derby out of the car and along
lie platform of the Grand Central de-
ot into the shouting crowd of cab
en- outside. Bidding his friend good =
:, the Hollow Ware Man said, "Yes"
one Of the cabmen, and the Flat
are Man was so close that he heard 4
m give the very number in Central I
ark West that was the home of Dora.
moment he, too, was in a cab and g
INNING uptown after the other, deter
ined to end the terrible suspense be-
re going to his hotel. Both cabs
'ached the Hildebrand dwelling at
e same time, and the two fares sprang
? the steps together, the Hollow
are Man just enough ahead to ring K
Re bell. They bowed and stood wait
e for the door to open. II
Miss Hildebrand," said the Flat -
are Man, handing a card to the cap
I'd aproned maid. eI
miss Hildebrand," said the other, IT
esenting his card, and both were
own into the drawing room. 81
In a minute there vas a rustling of
irts, and the Flat Ware Man saw the G
&c of his dreams between the por- 6;
'res ana heard It's owner cry Jack !" 4.
I'd throw herself into the arms of the III
OllOw Ware Man. n
For a moment his power of speech
MS gone, and not until the lovers had y
themselves did he manage -
say: +
well, this is the coolest deal ever c,
I. Heavens, Dora Can't you see
n almost mad What does II meanY' r
"You are Mr.. Sellers, l believer b,
You believer he Numbered, a pic
re of stage anger. "Your memory is
ort." =,
Another rustllng Of skirts and again u
face of his dreams at the portieres, NJ
ain a throwing Of girl into arms, but VI
Is time they were the arms Of the NJ
at Ware Man.