Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1918-12-25

&c race, as she talked earnestly to the
little worker in blue, apparently un-
conscious that her sudden impulse had
first nstOunded and then knit together
In kindly sympathy an entire car of
strangers.
"By Jove! that was great thing to
do" said Tom enthusiastically, when
the tension Of an absorbing interest
had subsidized a little.
Eyes, never saw It's equal" replied
John. After moments hesitation he
added: 81 should like to know that
girl. DO you suppose we could find
out who she is7'
eve can try" his friend replied;
"but why do you want to know2"
"Well, l do" John answered Curtly,
Tom glanced Quizzlcally ut him and
smiled to himself. This was another
phase of John he was just getting ac-
quainted with. When the cur reached
the railway station where John and
Tom were going to take train for
Toms suburban home, the two women
also left the car. They went straight
to the ticket window. Tom took out
his commutatlon book and passed it
to John.
"YOu follow them and I 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 aud
hurried to the train. There In the
same car Tom found them all.
"Well, II 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."
eyes. 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 q
thing so impressed me as that did,
as If there could be but one chat"
"That?" asked Tom, Il little puzzled.
Then, "Oh. I thought you did not be-
lieve in that kind Of charity-sympa-
thetic and sentimental, think you
called It," he teasingly reminded him,
Tic CElSp JOHN uuQ
dropped in the tambourine.
"Oh, that is altogether different"
John answered. half defiantly.
eyes, 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?"
ooh, theories the dickensl What
are they ever compared to acts? And
that act this afternoon was spon.
taneous expression cf the true Christ.
mas spirit, iron, which springs the de.
sire to hedp, to bring some JOY to a
lot Of poor unfortunates, because ITS
Christmas, you KNOW" he quoted
softly. ut was the real thing, and
everybody In the car felt It,"
And having. rs 1t were, justified his
position anl interest, he looked across
at the unconscious subject Of their re,
marks. Truly she was good to look at
though at present all he could see was
the well-cut profile and the glorious
copperlsh-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 yerit
able gem Of 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, I want you to meet our
friends, for Its cold and want to ge,
home"
While Tom and John were bowine
In acknowledgment to "Mrs. North
and Mics North" their host chatted on
about its being "too bad they couldn't
have met ut the other end Of the line
as long as they happened to be on the
same train"
Nancy North threw quick glance
at Harding, but otherwise no outward
sign was given, as he walked with hel
to the car, that they had ever seen one
another before or that the some
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.
Snow don't you fellows kean on,