The Glenwood post., 1917-03-17
AClose Shave

It lacked five minutes of the time
for tt. departure of the 6 80 express
and tie carriage was rapidly filling up.
JareG Stone, well-dressed, meeklook-
ing little gentleman, had just settled
down in a corner Of first-class COM
partment, when he heard a familiar
voice addressing him.
"Why, hello, Stone; how are you?
Tn right in luck today. I was just
looking for someone to take charge
of Aunt Martha's bundles and assist
her out of the train with them when
she reaches Manchester. You're going
through, of course?"
"Y-yes," answered Stone, family,
as he glanced up and recognized his
friend Raemond, with his arms full of
bundles of all shapes and sizes and
"Aunt Martha" grimly looking up be-
hind him like one Of Napoleon's grena-
diers.
Now Jared Stone was of decidedly
shy and retiring disposition, besides
being fossil of an old bachelor (Stone
was fifty, still single, and not only will
ing, but anxious to remain SOY, and
If he could have had his choice he
would sooner lead bayonet charge,
face gang of mutineers or a midnight
burglar, or encounter almost any other
trife in that line rather than take
charge of a woman and her luggage
during a railway journey. Therefore
the reader will kindly imagine the re-
marks (they will hardly do for print)
that Stone made under his breath as
he got up and. with forced politeness,
bowed the waiting female to the seat
next to the window.
"Thank you," said Raemond, as he
began piling bundles on Stones feet
and into his lap, whichever came the
handiest; II knew you'd just as soon
do me the favor to take charge Of Aunt
Martha as not, and I'm glad I hap
pened to run across you. She Is
trifle hard of hearing and-er-a little
eccentric in some respects, but you'll
dnd her f1rst-rate company when you
get acquainted with her. By the way,
{ came near forgetting to introduce
you to each other. Mr.. Stone, this is
my aunt, Miss Martha Eakins." Then,
raising his voice, he shouted: AUNT
Martha, allow me to present my bach
elor friend, Mr.. Stone, who will look
after you and see you safely of the
train with your luggage when you
eeach Manchester"
$50 good of him, I'm sure. Happy
to meet you, Mr.. Stone," responded
Miss Eakins. with what was meant to
be whimsical smile in Stones direc-
ton.
At this moment the starters bell
Gang, the train began slowly moving
out of the STATEN. and with a hurried
"good-by," Raemond dashed out of the
compartment, leaving Stone alone to
face the responsibility of delivering
Miss Eakins and her collection of lug
gage safely at Manchester station-a
responsibility which even the bravest
of Stones sex might well have hesi-
tated to face.
Now Stone, as I have previously inti-
mated, was not cast In heroic mold.
he was timid little gentleman, meas
,uring probably five feet two in his pat
ent feathers, and his great aim in life,
so far as the so-called gentler sex was
f0
ly alone and quietly flock by himself,
as Lord Dundreary used to express 1t.
Miss Martha Eakins, on the con-
trary, though she had chiefly fiocked
BY herself through flve-and-forty sim
mering summers and the same num-
Der Of dreary winters, had done SO un-
willingly and under protest, as it were.
For full quarter of century the
tall and stately Miss Eakins (who
toomed nearly foot above Stone, and
looked every inch a grenadier, as be-
tieve have before hinted) had been
on the matrimonial bargain counter
she had a snug little fortune in her
own right-waiting patiently for some
enterprising and appreciative gentle
man to appear on the scene and take
possession Of her willing heart and
other personal property. But, alas
Thus far her waiting had been in vain.
Among her list Of acquaintances other,
maidens, young and old, attractive or
otherwise, some with fortunes and
some without, had been taken, and she
alone had been left to mourn over the
perverseness of mankind. ..
Much brooding on the subject,
coupled with her inflrmity Of hearing.
had at last resulted in the harmless