The Chattanooga news. [volume] (Chattanooga, Tenn.) 1891-1939, 1920-03-22
THE EVENING STORY
La TraveIInn oompanIon.

copyright. 1920. by w. Werner)
The excitement of her leave taking
still fingered about shannon Lee,
Flushed and smiling, she sat staring
from the car window at the spinning
landscape. II was pleasant to be trav-
cling in such day, even though one
wer travelling away from the happiest
time OF ones whole life.
She thought it over, dwelling on
each separate phase OF that visit TO
Marcy Seeley She had looked for
ward to it for a year; she had saved
Tor it, she had gathered together pref
ty clothes for il. Yet she was proud
TO say that she had not skimped the
family" for her pleasure. She had
handed IS to her mother every Satur-
day she had helped out on Bobby's
school books and Elsie's music lessons.
All this ON $40 a week. She believed
she was worth more than $40 n week
and could draw it elsewhere, but old
she was determined to stay with him
as long as she could, because he was
the best friend her father had ever
had,
cation Mr.. Mcleod had granted 1t
with his most lovable smile, and IT
soemd then that nothing was lacking
for supreme happiness, for outside
T'the family" and Mr.. Mcleod there was
no one shannon loved so well as Marcy
Seeley.
She had not. however. dreamed of
all that would happen during that Won
derful visit. Marcy had given her the
best OF good times. She had expected
that. of course, but she had not ex-
pected to discover the man of all
men" Yet she had. After her first
furry of establishment she began to
realize that Marcy and Margy's mother
were more than pleased. You've cap
tured the uncapturable," they said,
at Mt
tention to any girl m his life before.
How did you do it. Sham" But Shan
non did mot know. IL was too much
of a miracle for her TO discuss calmly.
III Dan Sherman had fallen In love with
Charlotte Ban or Lucy Hunt or &C.
nevieve Harris she would not have been
surprised. But with her, Shannon Lee.
who was burned as brown as a leaf
and who had every shade in her hair
from ash to auburn!
At the station he had appeared
rather GREATNESS from hurry, with a
great stack of roses for her. They
we're on the seat beside her now. No
9ne had ever given her roses before.
md these seemed TO bear distinct
Message, as had Dams gray eyes as
hey looked into hers.
II shall be in your place on the
10th" he said too low for the others |
IA hear. And she had nodded joyfully |
IN less than n month she would see |
nm again, ana III lne mean tIflle He |
had asked permission TO write to her.
What would mother say? Shannon |
could hardly wait to get home TO tell |
The whole story to his dearest con- |
fidante of all her life's affairs.
The train stopped at a small station |
and shannon saw upon the platform |
a person who gave her such a |
feeling OF amusement that just for |
the moment she forgot all else. This |
was an old man with chin whiskers, |
which he was constantly drawing |
through one rough hand, He carried |
an old -fashioned carpet bag. So many |
people boarded the train that every |
seat was taken.
The old man OF the csrpetbag paused |
beside Shannon. 81 guess I'll have to |
a SIX the favor OF sitting with you" he |
said.
Shannon bit her lips. She did not |
like TO he crowded at any time and |
by such peculiar person.
SIZE swept UP her roses with sigh OF
He sank into the seat, covering his
face with his knotty old hand for n
moment. Then he looked nj her with
deep, bright eyes. which had something
strangely familiar to Shannon in their
cautious depths. "Thank you, miss"
he said. II hated to trouble you. But
] don't feel well--hain't for day or
two. ] had no business to have left
home. But you see II was Farmers
institute, and ! didn't feel like | could
miss t. Nancy wanted to come. too,
but both of us couldn't leave. Hired