Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-04-26

q helping hand under Jane Gerson's
arms to steady her IN the sharp sprint
down 4 long aisle between tracks to
where the Paris train stood. 1t began
to move before they had reached it,
midlength A guard threw open .
carriage door. in they hoped, and with
Z rattle Of chains and banging OF buff
ers the Express du Nord was of on
it, arrow flight from Calais to che cap
ital.
The carriage, which was of the Sec
ond class, was comfortably filled. Miss
Gsrson stumbled over the feet Of =
puty Fleming nearest the door, was
launched into the lap of a comfortably
upholstered widow on the opposite
seat, ricocheted back to jam an elbow
into 4 French gentleman's spread
newspaper and finally was catapulted
into q vacant space next to the win
dow on the CARRIAGES far side. She
g1ggled, tucked the skirts Of her pearl
gray duster about her, righted the chic
sailor hat on her chestnut brown head
and patted a stray wisp Of hair back
into place. Her meteor fight into and
through the carriage disturbed her not
. whit.
As for the Samaritan, he stood I'M
certainly in tho narrow cross aisle,
swaying to the swing Of the carriage
and accommodating seating possibili-
ties. There was place, very mar
xr, TT iSil
there was a vacant place next to Jane
Gerson. The Samaritan caught the
girls glance in his indecision, read in
It something frankly comradely and
chose the seat beside her.
every good Of you, I'm sure" he
murmured. ~ did not wish to pre-
sumo
YOU'RE not the girl assured, and
there was something 80 fresh, 50 III.
genuous. in the tone and the level
glance Of her brown eyes that the Sa.
marian felt all at once distinctly sat.
ished with the cast Of fortune that
had thrown him In the way Of dis.
tresssd traveller. He sat down With
q lifting Of the checkercd alpine hat
he wore and stir little bow from the
waist. ~
III I may, Miss Gerson / am Cap.
tain Woodhouse Of the signal service"
"Oh" The girl Jet slip little gasp,
the need of admiration the feminine
,AsaSt always psxs to shoulder straps.
.eiSnAlservic that means the army 2"
His majesty's service, yes, Miss Ger
son."
"You are. Of course, OF duty?" she
suggested. with the faintest possible
tinge Of regret at the absence Of the
stripes and buttons that spell soldier"
with the woman.
"You might say 80, Miss Gerson.
Egypt-the Nile country-is my sta
don. am on my way back there aft
er bit Of a vacation at home-Lon-
don mean, Of course"
She stole quick side glance at the
face of her companion. A soldiers
face It was, lean and school hardened
and competent Lines about the eyes
and mouth-the stamp Of the sun and
tho imprint Of the habit to command
had taken from Captain Woodhouse's
features something Of freshness and
youth, though giving in return the IN
dex & indexible will and lust for
achievement. His smooth lips were
bit thin. Jane Gerson thought, and the
outshooting chin, almost squared at the
angles, marked Captain Woodhouse as
anything but trifler or fiirt. She
was satisfied that nothing Of presump-
ton or forwardness on the part Of this
hard nodded chap from Egypt would
give her cause to regret her unconven-
tional offer Of friendship.
Captain Woodhouse In his turn had
made satisfying, though covert, ap'
fpraisal Of his travelling companion by
means Of q narrow mirror inset above
the baggage rack over the opposite
seat. Trim and petite Of figure, which
was Just shade Under the average
for height and plumpness; a small head
set sturdily on round. smooth neck;
face the very embodiment Of independ.
ence and self confidence, with its brown
eyes wide apart, its high brow under
the parting waves Of golden chestnut
broad. humorous mouth and tiny nose
slightly nibbed upward. Miss Up to
the Minute New York. indeedL From
the cooked red feather IN her hat to
the dainty spatted boots Jane Gerson
appeared In Woodhouses eyes . per-
feet virile, wildly alive American
GIRL. He'd mat her kind before; had
seen them browbsating bazaar mer-
chants in Cairo and riding desert don
keys Ike strong young queens. The
type appealed to him.
The first stiffness Of informal meet
ing wore away speedily. The girl tact
fully directed. the channel Of converse
ton into lines familiar to Woodhouse.
What was Egypt like? Who owned
the pyramids. and why d!dn't the own
ers plant park around them and
charge admittance? Didn't he think
Rameses and all those other old pha-
raohs had the right idea In advertising
putting up stone billboards to last all
time! The questions came crisp and
startling: Woodhouse found himself
chuckling at the shrewd incisiveness
of them. Ramesss an advertiser and
the pyramids stone hoardings to carry
al those old boys fame through the
ages! He'd never looked on them III
that light before.
B II say, Miss Gerson, you'd make an
excellent business person, now, really"
the captain voiced his admiration.
III. E..f< uf.44q 4 4
Just cable that At my expsnse 70