Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1922-08-04
STRANDED
BY HAZEL v. PARIS
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a. 1879, by Mcclure Newspaper syndicate

'N"''', p''uoNs
Dorothy Martin reused herself from
her book sufficiently to put her hand
Into her cont pocket. But--her purse
wasn't therel She reached into the
pocket on the other side. Then she
looked up at the conductor In dIsmny
grim, sopr.lOGklng old man who
looked as If he would make allowances
for no one.
But I'm sure my purse was In my
pocket when boarded the train. II
must be here"
While he waited she searched fran.
tIcally on the seat, under the seat, In
her travelling bug, In her hat box.
Then, flushed and GREATNESS, she
looked up. I'm sorry--I can give you
check. And here's my personal
card"
Sorry. We don't take no checks,
miss"
what can dor"
You'll have to get Off at the next
stop--St. Mlchael--a hundred miles
!
to go into the coach"
II was II flushed and indignant
young woman who gathered up her
baggage and followed the conductor
into the hot, stuny coach
About midday she found herself on
the station platform, her pntent lcath
err luggage beside her.
Porter, miss?'
But she had no money with which
to pay for such luxury, so, much to
his disgust, she struggled into the
ticket Office, up TO the window, and
asked for a telegraph blank.
Lost purse. Telegraph one hun.
dred to me at st. Michael. Dorothy"
Yes, 1t can go collect. Walt min.
Ute"
TO the astonishment Of the waiting
clerk, she tore the telegram into small
pieces. i've changed my mind" And
she strobe across the room to the
lunch counter.
rs that job hlled2" pointing eager.
ly to sign, waitress Wanted" be-
fore the cashiers window.
The woman looked up, took In at
single glance every detail in the up.
pearance Of the slim, aristocratic-look.
Ing girl standing before her. "No'm.
1t amt"
81 want It,"
Joe, joe" called the woman In
high, nasal voice. This gal wants
yer Job. She don't look like much, but
mebbe she'll be bettern nothing"
Before Dorothy was aware of what
had happened, she was behind the
counter, serving the hungry hordes
who had ridden with her to st. Mi
chael and who were clamoring deafen.
ingly for eggs, sandwiches. custard pie
and coffee as IL they hadn't consumed
basketfuls Of food In the preceding
three hours.
ST. Michael was an ugly, sprawlng
settlement of about twenty frame
houses-dirty, weather-beaten, desc
late.
One week rolled by, two. In two
more weeks Dorothy would have saved
enough to get home.
She had just lifted a huge, steamlng
kettle Of soup to the table In her cor
ner of the counter when the Burling-
ton train r0ared in. Hardly had it's
brakes brought 1t to standstill when
throng of men burst through the
doors. The women and children al
ways struggled In and tried to push
through the men three-deep at the
counter. AS she reached for cup, u
familiar voice rang out, Dorothy" A
tall young man was pushing toward
the counter.
81 think you are mistaken, SIR"
Dorothy"
Move on there, young fellow. You
cant be annoying my girls. Move on"
But"
Move on, didn't l tell you?" 1t was
Joe, and he was advancing threaten
ingly upon the young man.
"Oh, Dick"-then her voice broke.
mo, no, Joe; he knows me; it's all
right. I'm to blame"
Before she knew how 1t all hap
pened Dorothy was In Dicks arms,
sobblng ftfuly.
But why did you do 1t, dear?
Haven't you seen the papers2 We've
been nearly frantic"
u almost telegraphed dad. was
prepared for even his I told you So
And then saw the sign, Waitress
Wanted and thought it would be
lark to earn my own way home. It's
been hard, Dickie, but"
The limited carried an extra passen-
ger when 1t left st. Michael. The Pull
man folk were rather curious and
amused at the solicitude with which
an MISUNDERSTANDING young man
peeled eggs and unwrapped sand
wiches for an equally aristocratic-
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