The Ontario Argus. (Ontario, Or.) 1???-1947, 1922-11-09

looked up at the conductor in dismay
grim, sour-ooking old man who
looked as IL he would make allowances
for no one.
but Pm sure my purse was in my
pocket when / boarded the train. 1t
must be here"
While he waited she searched fran.
tically on the seat, under the seat. IN
her travelling bag, in her hat bOX
Then. flushed and breathless, 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 l do?"
you'll have to get off at the next
stop-St. Michael-a hundred mile.
further on. And ri have to ask you
to go into the COACH
II was a flushed and indignant
young woman who gathered up her
baggage and followed the conductor
into the hot stuffy coach.
About midday she found herself on
the station platform, her patent leath-
er 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 telegraph blank.
Lost purse. Telegraph one hun
drnh fn C&
"Yes 1t can go collect. Wait min
ute."
To the astonishment of the waiting
clerk, she tore the telegram into small
pieces. 1--WE changed my mind" And
she strode across the room to the
lunch counter.
"Is that job filled2" pointing eager
ly to a sign, waitress Wanted" be-
fore the cashiers window
The woman looked up, took in at
single glance every detail in the ap-
pearance Of the slim, aristocratic-lo
ing girl standing before her. Nom.
It amt"
~ want it."
Joe, joe" called the woman in a
high. nasal voice. "This gal wants
yer job. She don't look like much, but
mebbe she'll be better'n 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 If they hadn't consumed
basketfuls of food in the preceding
three hours.
st. Michael was an ugly, sprawllHg
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 huge, steamlng
kettle of soup to the table In her cor
ner OF the counter when the Burling-
ton train roared in. Hardly had its
brakes brought 1t to standstil when
q 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,
familiar voice rang out, Dorothy" A
tall young man was pushing toward
the counter. HG
II think you are mistaken, SIR"
"Dorothyw
Move ON there, young fellow. You
can't be annoying my girls. Move on"
But"
Move on, didn't tell your" 1t was
Joe, and he was advancing threaten
lngly upon the young man.
"Oh, Dick"--then her voice broke.
"No, no, Joe; he knows me; it's all
right. I'm to blame"
Before she knew how II all hap.
pened Dorothy was in Dicks arms.
sobbing fitfully.
"But why did you do 1t, dear?
Haven't you seen the papers? We've
been nearly frantic"
II almost telegraphed dad. was
prepared for even his 4 told you so
And then saw the sign, Waitress
Wanted and thought It would be a |
lark to earn my own way home. It's |
been hard Dickie, but"
The limited carried an extra passen-
ger when II left ST. Michael The Pull. |
man folk were rather curious and |
amused at the solicitude with which |
an aristocratic-looking young man
peeled eggs and unwrapped sand
wiches for an equally aristocratic-
looking but ravenously hungry young
woman
A Letter Changed.
She was stenographer who would |
leave out sentences, paragraphs. too
when she couldn't read the hieroglyph-
les in her book during the two weeks
that she fingered with an advertising
agency.
The head OF the agency was away |
for couple of days. A client tele-
graphed that he was coming to the
city. Would Mr.. Williamson be in his
oficef The presidents secretary die
,ataa n ..niv. eSort.v Mr. william