Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1935-06-23

innocent and SO provocative, eyes of the
American girl were on him 1t came to him
suddenly that he couldn't let her be killed
In five minutes the train would be stopping
at that village Just this side of the tunnel. He
leaned forward taut and ravaged.
We have been on this train now for a
night and two days" His face whitened as
he spoke to- her. I'VE have found that we are
aStonislingy sympathetic is it not So?" His
English was precise as an acquired language
is precise. DO you Americans" he asked
urgently, do you never do anything splendid,
reckless? Without thought OF consequence?
For the JOY of doing the thing"
Anne Waverly said softly. Sometimes. 1t
depends
She was fascinated by his dark good looks,
his vitality. A queer lax feeling she had never
known before had been on her all afternoon
as they sat together in the little first
carriage. She had noticed him in the dining
car yesterday noon; leaning toward her,
gravely ne had helped her over the precarious-
ness of ordering in strange tongue She
had been elated elated and excited when he
had asked her, again gravely, if he could
come into her carriage and talk. She had
never in all her young life talked to man
like this. And now she tried to make herself
remember that in such tiny patch of time,
he couldn't possibly mean anything, any
thing real, to her.
Ter blue eyes looked out ON the hurryng
landscape. Her mind lluttcred with hundred
reCollections of things she had read and then
as if she must, she looked back at this strange
dark man. His hands must be terribly strong
In a very few minutes, the train will
stop Come with me-" His words hung in the
dusty space. why are you frightened little
one? 1t would be beautiful" He was pleading
with an awful eagerncSs. The intensity of his
desire to make her come was like an actual
presence. mo one would know" he ended
and even as he said that, he knew that every
one would know.
All over Europe not only his comrades in
the Mr., but the police of every country
would know that NiCki Stamp had gotten off
the International Express at this tiny village
lust ahead of the tunnel with an American
almost beyond endurance. He tried to gather
his wits together. He tried to decide what
that would mean. Well, the police would
think it natural enough: "NiCki Stamp and a
lady but of COURSE" But the Mr. would
be furious.
The Mr. depended upon him to be lost in
that coming holocaust and WreCkage at
least, it depended upon him to appear to be
lost. COldly, the great Commander had
pointed out to him, You are well-known. If
it is believed that one of us was on that train.
the N,R. will never be suspected"
And now if he took this American girl
with him, he would not be able to slip ,nl-
noticed off the train, walk the ten miles
. across country to the house of the r. com
patriot who awaited him, and eventually
steal into Budapest with the passport being
prepared for him. Ifhe took this girl he would
have to go to the inn that knelt at the foot
of the mountain. He would be asked for
his passport and hers. The police, the XR.,
everyone, would know that he had not been
lost with the bourgeois and capitalists against
whom this demonstration WAS made.
If only the train did not go so fast All
: afternoon he had been wishing that, trying
Il to think, with her blue eyes looking at him.
l He thought, "l( there were only more time, |
might do something" What He didn't know.