The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1929-10-03
Emily and the
West
By II. LOUIS RAYBOLD
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
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great transcontinental train bore her
across the plains.
For a girl whose previous wan
behring's had been limited to an occa-
sional trolley ride between her own
home town and the city some fifteen
miles away, this sudden journey car
ried elements of drama.
Her entire equipment for the affair
consisted of a wardrobe done in the
best manner of the local dressmaker,
| a chamois bag about her neck con-
tanning what was left after paying
for her ticket of the money sent by
Uncle Will, and a mind stored with
| fiction"
The wardrobe was the least i'm
portant item. Emily's great gray eyes,
her delicate nose, her cOmehither
mouth would have surmounted any
! inadeQuates of raiment.
The honeywell, of course, that
was an essential without which, along
with Uncle WHY'S invitation to spend
a summer on his Wyoming ranch,
| Emily would still be back home, play
ing the piano for Jane Stiles, the
Kindergarten, and trying to make
up her mind whether or not to marry
Brent Appleton, embryo druggist.
But it was the hours that Emily
had spent pouring over tales of the
Great West that were now coloring
the whole trip for her. Not a horse
man on the horizon but became for
Emily a rope-throwing, broncho-
busting cowboy.
Her fellow passengers, especially
| pleasant looking young man in the
seat opposite, could not help but be
amused at Emily's enthusiasms. The
young man, Philip Granger, found
himself watching her even as she
watched the scenery.
Suddenly, just after the train had
left behind a tiny town consisting of
station, six or seven other build
ings and a grain elevator, and was
| pulling up q slight grade that sig
nailed an approach to more rugged
country, the cars stopped with a jerk
| and q grinding of brakes that all but
| threw down one or two passengers
standing in the aisle.
Philip got up and, hands in his
pocket, sauntered toward the front
of the car. He was halted by the
sound of a clear, sweet voice max
ing itself heard above the general
hubbub. It's prob'bly holdup. Bet
ter hide your money and your jewels"
The laugh which followed relieved
the tension, but Philip noticed that,
although Emily flushed at the de-
rislon with which her warning was
greeted, she did not appear convinced
of her mistake. ITS a holdup," she
insisted. You'll see"
At that instant, the door in the
rear of the car was flung open. Two
masked men, holding aimed revolv-
ers, entered.
| Glands up"
Grins at Emily's remark had long
ago faded from all faces. White-faced
women and impotent, raging men were
swiftly relieved of purses, watches.
| rings.
Then they were gone. The pas
sengers saw them join half a dozen
similarly masked companions and
gallon off into the hills.
Emily became the center of atten-
ton. 1t was Philip, however who
asked the question that trembled on
all lips. Glow did you know it was
a hodup, Miss"
"Tremont!" supplied Emily prompt
ly. ONhat a handsome person this
young man was-a truly western
typeD what else could it possibly
be-" she continued. "a stop on a
grade in the hills! Not another town
for miles"
Philip shook his head. "Gy dear
young lady," he said firmly, Il have
made this trip twice a year for
twelve summers and this is the first
episode of this kind 1 ever wit
nessed!"
Emily considered his words meek
ly for a moment. Then she recov-
cred. 81 expected to be held up
| lTOlu JIe uluule we IGdCIGu SllI-
cago," she declared, "and was pre-
pared. I carried my money around
my neck and the instant the train
stopped 1 took off my rings and sat
on them!
The following day they reached
Cheyenne where Emiiy's uncle was
to meet her.
Philip, who was going to the coast,
got off to carry her bag for her.
"I'll run down and see you, If
may, next winter" he said, holding
her slim hand a minute longer than
the law allowed. my home is in
Cambridge. This is merely the way
1 spend my vacations! :" True west
ern type indeed!
Presently, she was being helped
into a great monster of car by
genial Uncle viii. She had hoped
to be met with a blackboard and team.
Philip she never saw again. Brent
married Jane Stiles, the kindergart-
ner AS for Emily
Emily took to writing western fic-
ton for The West as She Is Mag
azine and, in due time, married its
editor.
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