New-York tribune., 1920-09-12

number she guessed at sixty, with
the despairing reflection that she'd
have to sleep in it because she'd
never get it up again herself like
that. But the result was worth all it
cost, even in irretrievable minutes.
When the hat went back on Doro-
thys head again it had the look
she wanted, absolutely.
1t was Bob who at this point in
quired the price.
otis a very good value indeed"
said the saleswoman judicially.
Seventy dollars. Reduced from a
hundred"
Dorothy gasped; then for the first
time in her life she giggled. She
hastened to reassure Bob.
"It's all right. That leaves hun
dred and thirty for the suit. And
l can't want more than that, can /?
And there won't be time to buy any,
thing else"
1t was just ten minutes after IL
when the purchase was completed
and the old hat consigned by express,
collect, to Centropolis, ILL.,, where it
belonged.
"Now for the suit" cried Dorothy.
1--WE haven't minute. Come along"
THE hour is now 12, the minutes
L 81. and the seconds 80, and
invite your attention to a tall,
scraggy gentleman whom you will
recognize instantly as jeremiah
Pruyn, standing watch in hand be-
side the steps leading to the rear
platform of the train which, at l
o'clock-that is to say, in two and a
half minutes-is to depart for,
among other places, Centropolis, III.
1t was ordained in the cosmic
scheme of things that he depart with
it, since if he did not The Centropolis
Sentinel would net make it's semi
weekly appearance the following
morning. BY one of his own hither-
to inviolate DEGREES, his daughter
was to go with him.
Well, here was jeremiah. Here
was the train. Here, within a mat
ter of seconds, was o'clock-and
no Dorothy.
III ask you to remember that he
had waited an hour and a quarter
in Hallam, Green & Co.'s outer Office.
rejecting from time to time the we'll
chosen expression of his displeasure
with which to greet her when,
breathless and apologetic, she should
come in, in favor Of one more trench
ant. Remember that the last and
most biting of these utterances had
persisted miserably upon his tongue
upon his being informed by languid
blonde young lady with a pencil
through her hair that he was to meet
Miss Pruyn at the train.
He had begun his second period
Of waiting at the station entrance.
At five minutes to he had removed,
with Dorothy's valise and his own,
to the gate. sNow he stood beside the
rear platform. And I ask you to
imagine the pure sulphuric acid that
burned his tongue awaiting Doro-
thy's arrival. ask you to imagine
it because it will always remain
imaginary.
The figure now coming through
the gate was not Dorothy, but a
porter-a colored porter in a red
hat. He was in hurry. His shuttle
was almost a run. Opposite Jere-
miah he stopped, took off his red hat
and drew his sleeve across his brow.
care you Mr.. Jemah Bryan?" he
asked.
Il am Jeremiah Pruyn," said
Jeremiah.
Oats it," said the porter. Miss
Do'thy, she's done missed de train,
sub. She amt goin' TO ketcn it.
She's comm down on de 6 o'clock
with de puffessah. Yessuh. OATS
de message, suh."
Where did that message come
from?" thundered jeremiah. "Where
is she now"
Dunno, sah," said the darky
cheerfully. Oats all de station
master done tole me. Bettah let
me help you up, suh!" For already
the train moved.
However. Jeremiah scrambled up
by himself.
raGlaaaasd Ia &As painfm feelings