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STORIES IN PASSING.
All the day Iwfoie Christmas the train
had sped over tbemoBotonouaprario and
at bocd was climbing the higher ground
toward the mountains. It was now
rear midnight and the porter Had just
gone through and turccd down the lights
until diajs'BB provded all the car. The
few travellers bad fettled down for the
aight. One woman by turning the opio
siteseat and using two large values bad
made a temporary couch. Another Was
curled up in ose seat with her head on
the window-ledge, the pillow half slip
ping to the floor, and with a shawl
throws over her form to keep out the
chdl of the mountains. Near the center
of the car a young man in a light over
coat and a soft bat, slept bolt upright
but with ose arm and hand stretched
stiffly out into the aisle. A big man
with his feet wide apart and his hands
in his pockets snored deeply from under
a newspsper he had drawn over his face
some hours before to keep out the light.
At the far end two politicians still
talked in.low tones, and a woman in
black with her hair loose, crooned softly
to her child. Occasionally Trom the
smoking apartment where the light still
burned brightly, came the laughter of
heavy voices and across the entrance
floated clouds of grayith-blue tobacc;-
smoke.
Inthelasteeatbutone, a girl or eix
sat with wide open, half-Btaring eyes.
She wore a large felt hat and carried a
muff atid a doll. Evey few moment,
rubbing a clear place on the frosty pane,
she would gaxe out into the darkness of
the sight, Drokea only by the flickering
atrip of light reflected from the moving
train on the now-covered earth beside
the track: for hours she had been gaz
iag this way gazing and listening
dreamily, to the regular clicking of the
wheels oa the rails. She was coming
home.
Finally the music of the xheele over
came the child and she slipped back in
to the coraer, half shivering, and slept,
her head resting against the wiudow
aaaa, oae hand ia the little white muff
and the other holding tightly to the doll
which sprawled on the seat beside her.
Thea the train pulled up to a little
station ard stopped for water and fuel.
There was very little bustle about the
depot only the mailman and the sta
tion agent. iWligfat ia the ;bay-window
of the depot burned brightly and a
witch-light twinkled far down the
track. All etoe was darkness. And in
side the car the child slept soundly.
With the starting of the train the
child awoke, turned her head slowly and
agaia gased oat of the window. She
aaw.the littsVTeaVstatioB. the agent and
the saaiksan with their yellow lanterns.
And thea she sat up with a little jump
at joy. A man bad driven hurriedly to
the platform and leaped from the car
riage to the noving train.
But the train had passed into the
shadow ef the big coal-shed, and around
tie sharp carve of the hUl, aad out into
the darhaeaset the night again.
Aad iaahie the dimly-lighted car. a
little girl wKh oaeJhand in a white fur,
aiaff aad the other tightly clasping the
sprawKaf aeii, shrank into the corner of
the aeat ael sobbed cossuleively to her
self. We were at the play the colonel and
hi wife, aad I stttiBg between them.
"George," she said leaning across to
speak te her husband, at the same time
faaatag htrsetf. "George, I saw your
coaaia WiH at tbe football game this
af teraooa. sad I was surprised. When
jea ate him again, you just say, 'oh,
my!' to bhb for aae."
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"Why? What's wrong with Will"
asked the Colonel with interest.
Why, he had .Mrs. E. H. Hawkins in
his drag at the game."
'And wbu.is Mrs. E. II. Hawkins?"
asked the Colonel innocently, looking
intently toward the right tier of boxes.
Why why, that widow Hnwkine
from Denver, who colors her Huffy hair
jellow and whoso husband died only last
August. Why she's just too- but you
just tell Will, 'oh, my!' for rue. That's
all I've got to say to him.
'All right, my dear, I'll try and re
member her name Hawkins, you eay.'
The colonel's wife turned to bow to a
friend and the colonel spoke in my ear.
The widow Hawkins, Charlie, is the
most stunning woman in town. Will's
been trying to get her interested in him
for a month and I have been eoachitg him
a little all for Will, of course. That's she
in the right hand lower box the tall
blonde. She's bowing in this direction,
now, my boy."
But the Colonel's wife had turned to
us again and the colonel's voice had
died in a whisper and his eyes were
again intent upon the orchestra.
A certain university student who
graduated last June, went down into the
country in September to take charge of
a village public school. ArrivingSatur
day night he went to the church of his
donomination. He introduced himself
and was induced to 6tay to Sunday
school. Here, as the only stranger,
he was quite an object of interest to the
children. One clasj of bojs about twelve
years of age who sat directly in front of
him could not keep their eyes from him,
but kept turning around and making
half whispered remarks to each other.
-Who is he?''
"Dunno. Some guy from tho city !"
"Just catch on ter thettieP
"Yep, and that collar would make a
good shirt-bosom."'
"He's got a mug like a babboon."
But just then the leader of the Sunday-school
spoke up and said that the
new principal of the school was present
and would address the children. When
the stranger with the checked tie and
the babboon face arose to speak, that
class of boys were paralzed and scarce
ly ventured a whisper n bis presence,
neither that day nor for many after.
H. G. Shei!.
Mr. Dunroy's New Book.
"Corn Tassels" is the title of a little
book of verse that will econ be publish;
ed in this city. It will be a book ot
Nebraska vsrse-for Nebraska people and
others, written, by a poet and friend.
As its name indicates, it will have a
western flavor tnd Nib-aska themes
are treated. William Reed Dunroy is
the author and the book will be out at
holiday time. Mr. Dunroy's verse has
attracted the favorable attsntion of well
known critics and he is rapidly reach
ing a place of honor in the roll of Ameri
can poets.
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A. L FLANAGAN
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