Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1919-07-10

ALMA RECORD
out OF IL. I wonder IL the driver didn't
think was going backf"
His voice made her curious 10 know
In whose arms she was resting. Hith-
erto the pain she was suffering had
made her Indifferent as TO his iden-
tity. So she lifted two very brown
eyes and they met two gray-blue ones
and then her mouth Strengthened out
and she commanded:
Put me down at once !"
He grinned and complied. She took
a few steps limping pronouncedly.
How dare you pick me up in your
arms?" she demanded. 81 don't need
you"
He looked out on the road. but
there was not an automobile in sight.
II was yet too early for the general
public 10 hear the news and begin
docking 10 the scene. When he looked
back at the girl she was huddled on
the ground again.
I've lost out" she almost sobbed.
''The train has gone. was going To
take II back 10 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 a personal way. you UNI
derstand, but simply professionally.
/ would give any reporter little help
In like circumstances. be II man or
woman"
She answered him almost surlily,
jabblng pins into her back hair.
go on with your idea. I've got 10
get my story 10 the Tribune or lose
my job"
We'll" he went on. my chauffeur
has gone and left me but just no
ticed handcar standing some dis
lance up the track on the other side
OF the wreck and we can ride on that
10 Bushville, which Is only mile
around that bend. We can file our
stories there"
Without waiting for her consent he
picked her up again and succeeded In
getting 10 the handcsr, on which he
placed her Selling the handles. he
soon had the vehicle moving down the
track.
Hey. bring that back, you" 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
perspiration 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
il and removed the handcar from the
rails, after which he carried Lucille
into the station and placed her on
bench. II was one OF those structures
about the size OF box car. with
and telegraph office.
How about sending some press
stuff?" Walter inquired OF the Ratchet
faced man behind the counter.
The man was TOO busy reading a
magazine to look up.
grunt
That settles it," said Lucil. In
tones that bordered on anguish.
We've both lost out"
Walter had some further CONVERSE
tion with the man at the ticket win
dow, after which he went over to Lu-
cile and said:
Can you dictate your story 10 the
wire You won't have time TO write H."
She laughed. almost Historically.
Sure | can dictate 10 the wire, bu.
what good will that dor We have 10
have an operator first"
There was something OF triumph in
his eyes
We have" he declared. I'm the
operator. Didn't you ever know that
/ graduated from a telegraph once 10
a newspaper"
She looked up quickly. with mingled
surprise and admiration showing in
her face, but quickly she sought &c
hide ii. Turning from him she looked
ont the window. A farmer boy was
having difficulty with a calf that be-
trayed pronounced prejudice for
some grass that stuck up in the middle
Of the main track.
"Oh. can't do it," she said. You've
earned the right to send your story,
aud yours alone. i couldn't let You
send mine too. I'm sick Of the game.
and I'm going to watch that boy get
that calf of the 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 70 iet