Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1919-06-12

In whose arms she was resting. Hith-
erto the pain she was suffering had
made her Indifferent as to his iden-
THY. SO she lifted two very brown
eyes and they met two gray-blue ones,
and then her mouth straightened out
and she commanded
"Pur me down at once"
He grinned and complied. She took
few steps, limping pronouncedly.
How dare you pick me up in your
arms?" she demanded. Il don't need
you"
He looked out on the road. but
there was not an automobile in sight.
1t was yet too early for the general
public to hear the news and begin
flocking to the scene. When he locked
back at the girl she was huddled on
the ground again.
1--WE lost out" she almost sobbed.
"The train has gone, | was going to
take II back to the next station and
file my story at the telegraph office"
He looked sympathetic.
IF you will allow me to suggest an
idea" he remarked, perhaps | can
help both you and myself. I'm not
doing this in personal way, you I'M
derstand, but simply professionally.
/ would give any reporter little help
in like circumstances. be ii man or
woman"
She answered him almost surllly,
jabbng pins into her back hair
500 on with your idea. I've got to
get my story to the Tribune or lose
my job"
Well" he went on, my chauffeur
has gone and left me; but | just no
ticed a handcar standing some dis
lance up the track on the other side
of the wreck and we can ride on that
70 Bushville, which Is only a mile
around that bend. We can file our
stories there"
Without waiting for her consent he
picked her up again and succeeded in
getting to the handcar. on. which he
placed her. Selling the handles, he
soon had the vehicle moving down the
track.
Hey, bring that back, your called
a section hand, but Walter couldn't
or wouldn't hear.
She sat at one end of the handcar
and looked away from him. The pain
had left her foot, but there was an
other kind OF pain that she couldn't
dispeL
He worked the pump so fast that
perspration streamed from his brow,
although the weather was only the
mild kind that is enjoyed early in the
fall
Before long the Bushville station
doomed into sight. He stopped near
1t and removed the handcar from the
rails. after which he carried Lucille
into the station and placed her on a
bench. II was one OF those structures
about the size of box car, with a
waiting room and combined ticket
and telegraph office.
allow about sending some press
stufr?' Walter inquired of the Ratchet
faced man behind the counter.
The man was too busy reading a
magazine to look up.
mo operator" he condescended to
grunt
THAT settles It," said Lucille In
tones that bordered on anguish.
"We'ye both lost out"
Walter had some further CONVERSE
ton with the man at the ticket win
dow, after which he went over TO Luz
Gle and said:
"Can you dictate your story to the
wire You won't have time to write it."
She laughed, almost Historically,
"Sure ! can dictate to the wire, but
what good viii that do? We have TO
have an operator first"
There was something of triumph in
his eyes.
I'VE have" he declared. I'm the
operator. Didn't you ever know that
l graduated from telegraph office to
newspapers"
She looked up quickly, with mingled
surprise and admiration showing in
her face, but quickly she sought to
hide 1t. Turning from him she looked
out the window 4 farmer boy was
having difficulty with calf that be.
trayed a pronounced prejudice for
some grass that stuck up in the middle
of the main track.
"Oh, l can't do it." she said. You've
earned the right to send your story
and yours alone couldn't let you
send mine too. I'm sick of the game
and I'm going TO watch that boy get
that calf on he track while you rattle
the key and / lose my job don't
want the job any more, anyhow. It's
more Important that you keep yours
and maybe this scoop will bring you a
raise. You see, I've decided to let
your pay enyelop provide for MS both
if you're still of that mind"