Gilpin observer., 1917-10-25
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BY II. W. THOMAS.

oIed out OF the Utica station travel
ing man for the Buffalo Flat Ware
company lay back In his seat and Won
dered If that train had ever carried
anyone SO happy as himself. For the
twentieth time he took out the dainty
missive Of Dora Hildebrand. unfplded
the heliOtrOpe sheet, and read the de-
licious words: "Of course / love you,
you great goose. Why didn't you ask
me before left Buffalo? shall count
the minutes until the twenty-first."
But the Flat Ware Man counted the
seconds as the glung-lung-a-lung Of
car wheels told them off and brought
him nearer to Dora. Only a month
since she had gone home, but 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 brown derby and
the other wearing 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 a pho
tograph and handed it to the other,
who held it before him in such posi-
ton that the Flat Ware Man could not
miss seeing 1t.
by Jove! A stunner!" exclaimed
the Brown Derby. "What eyes! Say.
old man, you're in luck"
If the Flat Ware Man could not help
seeing the picture at first, he could not
help bending forward now close to the
others backs and glarlng 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 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
read it for the twenty-first time.
Il wonder If 1t is the family of Hill
debrands 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
new evidence. II never knew the FAM
lily myself, but I've henrd my mother
and sisters speak of them. think the
girls were quite chummy there once
Seems to me they lived somewhere in
Central Park West"
hot IL I'M
aloud from the Flat Ware Man, and
when the others looked around they
saw him regarding the bell rope and
humming In bad imitation of a pre-
occupied man. The Brown Derby
winked at the Hollow Ware Man, and
the Inter remarked:
by the way, old chap, be ready any
time to help me out as best man. The
wedding may be very sudden. have
the governors consent. Don't fail me
now"
When New York was reached, he fol-
lowed the Hollow Ware Man and the
Brown Derby out of the car and along
the platform of the Grand Central de-
pot into the shouting crowd of cab
men outside. Bidding his friend good
by, the Hollow Ware Man said, "Yes"
to one Of the cabmen. and the Flat
Ware Man was SO close that he heard
him give the very number in Central
Park West that was the home Of Dora.
In moment he, too, was in cab and
spinning uptown after the other, deter
mined to end the terrible suspense be-
fore going to his hotel. Both cabs
reached the Hildebrand dwelling at
the same time. and the two fares sprang
up the steps together, the Hollow
Ware Man just enough ahead to ring
the bell. They bowed and stood wait.
Ing for the door to open.
Miss Hildebrand," said the Flat
Ware Man, handing a card to the cap
and aprOned maid.
"Miss Hildebrand." said the other.
presenting his card, and both were
shown Into the drawing room.
In a minute there was a rustling Of
skirts, and the Flat Ware Man saw the
face Of his dreams between the por-
heres and heard Its owner cry "Jackr'
and throw herself into the arms Of the
Hollow Ware Man.
For moment his power Of speech
was gone, and not until the lovers had
disentwined themselves did he manage
to say:
swell. this is the coldest deal I ever
got. Heavens, Dora! Can't you see
I'm almost madl What does II mean ~
you are Mr.. Sellers, I believer"
"You believe!" he thundered, a pic
ture Of stage anger. "Your memory is
short"
Another rustlIng Of skirts. and again
the face Of his dreams at the portieres,
again throwing Of girl into arms, but
this time they were the arms of the
Flat Ware Man.
well, it's on me. sure enough" he
said. while the other laughed. 1--WE
told few stories on the road about