Yerington times. [volume] (Yerington, Nev.) 1907-1932, 1918-12-14

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conscious that her sudden impulse hat
first astounded and then knit togethe
in kindly sympathy an entire car O
strangers.
"By Jovel that was great thing tt
do" said Tom enthusiastically, wheT
the tension of an absorbing interes
had subsidized little.
Eyes, l never saw it's equal" replied
John. After a moments hesitation hi
added: II should like to know tina
girl Do you suppose we could fine
out who she ISL"
"We can try" his friend replied
but why do you want to know?
! "Well, / do" John answered CURLY
Tom glanced quizzically at him and
| smiled to himself. This was another
phase of John he was just getting ac'
quainted with. When the car reached
the railway station where John and
| Tom were going to take train fol-
| Toms suburban home, the two women
also left the car. They went straight
to the ticket window. Tom took out
| his communication book and passed 1t
to John.
"You follow them and / will join
you," he whispered, the spirit of mis-
chief and adventure now possessing
him. Having bought their tickets, the
women turned from the window and
hurried to the train. There In the
same car Tom found them all.
! "Well, If this isn't luck" he ex-
claimed, as soon as he was seated.
And then, with the air Of boy burst
ing with news, he said: "They are
going to D."
"Yes, 1 know it," Harding replied.
But as he vouched no information and
did not seem inclined to talk, Tom
took refuge in his paper and prompt
ly forgot the whole affair, until he
was abruptly called back by:
"Tom, l cannot tell you when
thing so impressed me as that did,
as if there could be but one that"
"That?" asked Tom, little puzzled.
Then, "Oh, thought you did not be-
lieve in that kind of charity-sympa-
thetic and sentimental, l think you
called it," ne teasingly reminded him,
remembering the crisp bill John had
dropped in the tambourine.
ooh, that is altogether different"
John answered, half defiantly.
"Yes, different because pretty girl
made this appeal, an old man the
other" laughed Tom. "But, tell me
how do you adjust your acts to the
ories?"
"Oh, theories, the dickens! What
are they ever compared TO acts? And
that act .ais afternoon was a spon
taneous expression of the true Christ
mas spirit, from which springs the de
sire to hedp, to bring some joy to o
lot &C poor unfortunates, because its
Chris tmas, you, know" he quoted
softly. 1T was the real thing, AM
everybody in the car felt it."
And having, as it were, justified hii
position and interest, he looked across
at the unconscious subject of their re
marks. Truly she was good to look al
though at present all he could see wa!
the well-cut profile and the glorious
copperish-brown hair turning to dull
gold where the western sun struck it
and eyes, that with her mood, he knew,
varied from hazel to brown. A verit
able gem of a girl, he thought, as she
began adjusting her furs. With an
intuitive feeling of understanding her
he turned to Tom.
"Don't mention the affair to anyone,
not even Mary, for it would not please
her, am sure" he added, as the train
pulled up at D.:
The station was small and John had
just finished greeting Mrs. Danvers
when Billy Grants deep voice broke
in: Hello, Harding; glad to see you"
as they shook hands.
Grant. an old friend of both Harding
and Danvers, also lived in D..
Now, l want you to meet our
friends, for its cold and 1 want to get
home"
While Tom and John were bowina
in acknowledgment to Mrs. North
/ and Miss North" their host chatted on
I about its being "toO bad they couldn't
/ have met at the other end of the line,
as long as they happened to be on the
/ same train"
/ Nancy North threw a quick glance
/ at Harding, but otherwise no outward
sign was given, as he walked with her
/ TO the car, that they had ever seen one
another before or that the same
thought was in the minds of both, but
John was so strangely elated that Miss
North's color deepened each time she
looked up and met his smiling eyes.
"Now, don't you fellows keep ouI
bridge waiting tonight" called Grant
as he gave the signal to start.
'Tll guarantee our arrival on time
Grant" answered John, well satisfied
with the arrangement, whether it wa,
chance or fate. for somewhere within
him something was thrillingly alert
tantalizingly expectant, confidentl!
hopeful, and the feeling of the after
noon that had expressed itself n