The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1919-07-11
After the Years
b. oTILLIA FRANCES PFEIFFER
(cdpyrigAl. lioiO. By western Newspaper tiniOn-)

u DOlBuHnL cry eCIOeu tHIOuBH lle
coach. He sought the source of the
outhsFst and,s at sight Of the white,
despalrIng face Of modestly Rttired
young girl, advanced towards her.
Her hands were clasped and her
eyes, affrighted, were fixed past the
open car window. She sat now like
one turned to stone by some vivid
calamity. She had boarded the train
at Denver, Marvin Hope had noted.
and the conductor had just appeared
at the other end Of the car.
"You are troubled" he spoke in
stantly. "What is it, young lady"
Elva Merrill turned her gaze upon
the speaker and burst into tears. "Oh,
sirr she breathed, gaspingly. my
ticket j was getting ready for the
conductor and for only nm instant
placed 1t on the window sill. The
wind took 1t and-oh what shall 1
do?p
where were you going2" inquired
Mr.. Hope.
The reply named a point in South
ern California, and added the further
information that she had no money of
consequence and had given up POSI-
tion she had held in a town fifty miles
from Denver. "What can l do?" she
faltered. r'The ticket is gone, have
no home, no friend nearer than my
destination"
1--WE shall arrange that" spoke Mar
win Hope. "Just try and be calm. l
will speak to the conductor" and,
moved by an impulse his generous ma
ture could not resist, he went to the
conductor, spoke to him for some min
utes and then returned to the side of
Elva. ut Is all settled" he said. with
q great deal of cheerfulness in his
tone. "At the next station the cQnduc-
tor, by my desire, win secure a
through ticket for you"
"But / cannot pay for It," remon-
strated Elva.
mot now, perhaps, but possibly Ia
ter. Listen, young lady. / am bound
for the same destination as yourself.
You will tell me your story, and we
shall try to discover some way to
make you feel free to accept a tenn
porary loan from lonely old man
who is glad to aid anybody in dis
tress"
"Indeed, l can reimburse your de-
clared Elva, fervently. my friend at
SansDruro is a Mrs. Honoria Purcell.
was bor oounnontou txun xyaoro auO
but she was very hard to get along
with and sought other employment.
Last week she wrote to me Offering q
two years contract and is seemingly
anxious to have me accept. j am sure
she will advance me sufficient to repay
you"
81 am sure of that, too" replied Mr..
Hope in his gentle, reassuring way,
"for Mrs. Purcell is wealthy woman
whom l know quite well. And your
name, young lady?"
at is Elva Merrill" Marvin Hope
gave a violent start It was well that
Elva had her gaze averted at that mo-
ment, else she would have been
amazed, possibly alarmed, at the
manifest emotion of her benefactor.
He seemed to experience difficulty in
restraining an impulse to seize her
hands, or fold her in his arms, pouring
forth wild torrent of words of glad
ness and joy crowding to his trembling
lips. He recovered his self-possession
as Elva exhibited the letter from Mrs.
Purcell. He listened breathlessly to
the story of her life; bereft of a moth
er. her only near relative, two years
previous, and later trials attending the
earning Of her own living.
"Were there none other of near
kim" he asked mo dear friendsT
Elva shook her head sadly.
From that point until the end Of the
journey Marvin Hope exercised a ia
therly care for the homeless girl, that
every hour increased her confidence in
him. When they reached San Druro
his automobile and chauffeur were IN
evidence. When the machine stopped
1t was before beautiful mansion set In
the midst of an exquisite garden. Elva
supposed this to be the residence of
Mrs. Purcell.
"Homel" Marvin Hope announced,
as they were met in the hall by a
motherly housekeeper-"my home, and
yours My dear, l gave you a fictitious
name, for a purpose. am your uncle
your mothers brother, Marvin Hope
land / was just disappointedly re-
turning from vain search for you at
your former home. 1 found no trace
and you can imagine the sorrow of a
lonely old man who awoke at last to
a longing hunger for the company of
his own flesh and blood. You will not
go to Mrs. Purcell. You will remain
here. my own adopted child, until y0p
marry"
II shall never marry" spoke Elva,
and her fair face fell.
"Whatl Not even if Rodney Parton
comes after your
"Rodneg Partoni" breathed Elva.
''You know of himf'
tMy DEAR replied Mr. Hope,
~searching for you found him also
upon the same quest. You had left
your old home, never dreaming how
he loved you. Well, telegraphed him
en- route that had found you, and he
is probably now speeding on his way
to lay his heart at your feet. This
shall be his home, as well ass yours
and mine"