Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-02-05

put the ticket in his pocket and tackled
chapter Is again. As he read 1t Sec
ond time he looked for the insults that
at first reading had been mere express
sions of Prof. Fane's dislike for the
Ross sort of drama, and this time he
took them. one by one, and stewed an
grily in their justice and cleverness.
He was smoking a pipe and he fairly
gnawed its stem: II went out and he
forgot to relight 1t.
Darn" ne cried presently. and TAX
ing the two halves Of the book in his
two hands, he tore IL apart. He looked
for a window. but they we're all
screened, and he tore the pages of
Modern Drama" into halves and quar-
tiers and cast them onto the brass Gus
pidor at his feet Then he lay back In
his chair and sulked. The porter en-
tered the car and looked at Roger Ross
and at the litter on the floor and. like
a good servant. he swept up the mess
and consigned 1t TO the outer world,
which was some part OF Connecticut.
Or. perhaps. southern Massachusetts.
TCKY. standing in the door of the club
car. saw Roger Ross instantly and
saw that his eyes we're closed and that
ub HioutA WOO Srt anu t'Aos ANS ""S
frowning.
4 beg your pardon. Mr. Ross"
Huh? What? Oh. beg your par
dDn!" he exclaimed. getting TO his feet.
Won't you have chair? / mean.
won't you have a seat? / mean. would
you like this seat?"-bccause there we're
plenty OF seats not occupied.
NO. thank you" said Icky. "It's just
my ticket. / think you have my ticket. :"
Your ticket" said Roger Ross
blankly. Il have your ticket?"
His eyes said as plainly as anything
could. Adventures! Bunco! Fraud"
and Icky biushed. She became fright
fully red In the face. Her head vent
I'D and her back siiffened.
Il am sorry 10 disturb YOU" she said.
but when ! went into the dining car
/ took a copy OF Modern Drama with
me-~this copy-but II was your copy.
BY ticket was In my copy" aAnd you
needn't look al me as II you thought
I was a sharper, either. her eyes SAID
May have my ticket. paease?"
your ticket" exclaimed Roger Ross.
He paled. he paled far more than the
| occasion really warranted.
Il wouldn't bother you" lcky said.
except don't know where you are
getting Off
Your ticket" said Roger Ross. Was
your ticket In your BOOK"
Il told you my ticket was In my
book" said Icky
Roger Ross now turned red--fright-
fully RED, redder than Icky had been.
Il destroyed the BOOK, he said. u
tore IL Up and threw IL on the Moor. ana
the porter came and swept II up. I'm
| afraid your ticket IL gone. But" he
added hopefully. you can have my
ticket"
THANK you" said Icky, head up. Il
| d. not want your ticket. ] VIII buy an
other: II was my fault entirely. ] took
! your DoDk.'
on, nut see here" cried Roger Ross
Il tore up your t.cket, you know, II
Was entirely my fault. A man shouldn't
/ ~ tearing up Dooks~~"~
/ He certainly should" Icky began.
and stopped snort. Il mean. a person
| has right " d. what he pleasss with
/ his boJkk
1T wasn't my book said Roger Ross
! N was your BOOK. Now you let me pay
fDr your tbkft~~~v~r"
'Wufwuf Junction, All change for
Imply Glump and 0iunkglung!" called
the poTLer
MY word" exclaimed Roger Ross
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take my ticket" ana he handed Ieky
her own ticket She held II toward him
OF course noti' sine said. That
would be silly won't take your ticket
IN the FIRST place. aud I'm not going "
any place that sounds 1T all like UmpS
0Iunp T GtlnkgluHg, So IL ~ouldn De
worth anything " mr. II ! did take II.
"Ihen~--~" SAID Roger Ross, puttini
nis bsnd in his pocket.
"Koi" deeisTsd Icky, Not"
IN aboard. All aboard" cried III,
conductor outside. and the train begat
" moe Roger Ross locked out of Ia
window
II doesn't matter. can come back,