Evening journal., 1919-08-02

dorothy, aged PC, is spending the
summer at Lively Beach, havlng staked
her job and $500 savings on the chance
Of winning suitable husband during
the summer. These are her letters
home TO Joan, her chum)
Somewhere on a Train.
My Own Joan / almost wish hadn't
undertaken this trip No, don't mean
that. But I'm upsei-and all on ac-
count Of that most exasperating Jimmie
Ross. never supposed that poor little
colOrless chap had 10 In him I wrote
you before that Jim Ross is one Of
those youths no girl particularly notices
until he suddenly begins 10 make love
10 her. lie has but a single talent
counting And a man may be neutral
tinted, narrow-shouldered, nearsighted
and shy, but n he attaches himself TO a
girl with the fidelity Of an aierdale, an
ticipates her every wish, ignores her
every slight, has eyes for none but her
and makes love with all the INTENSITY
Of one-track mind, ! challenge that girl
10 remain totally unimpressed.
Now when | told young Ross J was
going away for two weeks in the noun
talns, and he insisted he was coming 10
see me there, ! merely laughed and tried
90 put Il out Of mind. ! was busy get
ting of. and did not see him again
] until I was going down the hotel steps
TO get abroad the bus for the station.
Suddenly, from a little blue roadster
that whipped up 10 the door, sprang
Jimmie. lie seized my bag from the
startled bellhop laid hold Of my elbow
and proceeded TO haul me gently but
firmly toward the car.
You didn't suppose" said James, "
was going 10 let you go TO town on
that stupid train, did your Cars been
In the repair shop nearly a month, but
I got her out Just In time I'll spin you
10 the Grand Central or the Penn or
wherever II Is you go.
"But I've got TO make the twelve
ten" I gasped, rather undone by the
turn OF affairs.
wen make Il all right, don't worry
Come, jump IN"
lie had tipped the boy, slowed my
suitcase in the little car and tucked me
neatly IN before knew what was hap
pening. The thing whrired. rasped
coughed and shot forward with JERK
that nearly severad my cranial yerte-
brae. and we were Off toward New York
am not used to motor cars, Joan
worse luck. And especially am ] not
used TO being kidnapped in them. The
breathlessness Of u all kept me from
conversing over-much until we were a
third of the way 10 town. Then ! be-
came conscious Of Jimmie repeating
something again and again. gradually
Increasing the volume Of his lone I'LL
lt reused me.
'Where is Il you're going7" was what
he was saying.
'Oh. a place in Jersey, Jimmie, don't
/ insist on knowing. AS matter OF fact
I'm going on business and don't want
anyone 10 write or come or-or any
thing"
What sort OF buslness3" persisted
James
"In connection with my wor. told
YOU was a stenographer' not lady OF
fortune as you seemed TO think
He has but single talent-courting.
But you're on your vacation. Why
break in on II to resume your profes-
slon2'
TITS an unexpected piece Of work. A
rush job. don't want to be disturbed.
"Any reason why fellow shouldn't
writer You'll stop stenogging long
enough to eat and sleep and read an oc-
casional note. I SUPPOSE
! didn't answer.
"Oh. very we'll"
Time pressed, and he drove fast We
reached the station just In time for me