The Yale expositor., 1917-06-14

| teurS. Sne looked up as ne was pass
Ing and spoke.
"Can you tell me, please, when the
relief train will arrive?"
mo, ma'am. 1 can't. Shall find
o-out?"
She shook her head YEARLY. "Are
you also wreck victim"
"Not exactly t-that."
"You seem to have been injuredT
"Jest b-brulsed. And you, ma'am?
She negatived. "You are the man
who helped me" Her voice broke.
Adams bowed gravely. 1.-The m-man
with the lantern. The dead Teller was
a friend of yOur'n, wasn't he?"
She shivered. 1.-THE dead man was
Capt. Ralph Payne. / am Miss Pearl
Dare. What is your name?"
''T. o. Adams Of Monks Corner,
Nebraska" he responded for the sec
Ond time that night.
Monks Corner" she echoed.
sits not on the m-map. It's a c-cow
town."
"Oh!" She looked at him with some
interest. "You must be a cowboy
thenl"
"Yes'm."
She felt that he was evading her.
I'm too curious" said she, apologet-
ically.
A pleasant light came into his eyes.
kin 1 s-sit down and talk with you
w-while? Maybe L kin help you lin
your trouble. You seem to have a-a
lot Of it Don your mind"
She signified an Indifferent willing
ness.
Cowboys make good soldiers" she
commented to keep up the CONVERSE
ton which diverted her.
"Yes'm."
She looked at him askance.
You'd look the part in uniform.
Have you ever thought of joining the
army? The country needs fighting
men these days."
"Yes'm, hev. How do you ego
about it? You travel around a b-bit
in the army, don't y-you? Would m-my
suffering keep me out? Your dads
great soldier, amt her"
The mans simple mind amused
Pearl. "You ask too many questions
at once" she replied with a little
laugh. 'I'll answer them all in one.
Talk with my father when he arrives
if the subject appeals to you seri-
ously."
"Waal," he reflected. 81 amt g-got
anything else to do, m-might as well
soldier" Then he changed the sub
ject. '"That there Captain Payne was
s-some officer, w-wasn't hep Insinua-
ton lurked in his voice.
"What do you know about Captain |
Payne?" she asked sharply.
He replied in an Indifferent tone. |
"NOthln' mebbe except w-what / seen |
in 1.-THE newspapers. They're always |
a b-bundle of lies, anyway"
She seemed to like that.
"Kin l s-smoke?" he asked, opening |
a cigarette case.
His observance of polite form was
unexpected to Pearl. Her curiosity
deepened.
"He m-meant lot to you, d-didn't
hep" he observed, hunting matches in
his pocket.
"Very much, indeed" she murmured
sadly In the momentary silence which
had fallen.
snow that There note"
He struck a match and calmly lit
a cigarette.
''T-that there note," he repeated, In
haling deeply; shat there last w-will
and Testament of his. That's a
pretty big job for little girl like
you ito tackle"
She sat up and glanced at his profile.
He smoked and stared straight ahead
avoiding her eyes.
"Are you g-going to tackle it?" he
questioned with a puzzling frankness.
Their eyes now met. "Why do you
askT
'Td Like to help you"
"You?"
"why not? I amt g-got Job j-jest
now"
81 fear that a cowboy could not be
Of much assistance" she replied, In
'rm a b-barber, too" he rejoined.
BARRIERS hear l-lot Of funny things,
ma'am."
The idea seemed so fancIful that she
lggled. "What else have you beenT
"Waal;" he drawled. taking a soiled
envelope from his inner coat pocket;
'Tve b-been little of everything, I
g-guess." He took a card out of the
and handed It to her. "M-my
speciality Of late's b-been telegraph
cooperating"
He struck match so that she could
read.s The card identified him as Il.
D. Adams. a member Of the Organiza-
ion Of Telegraphers, a sort of trades
union.