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The Mistake She Made

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She snt by the car window, gazing ont npou the uurolling soeuery and possibJy dreamiug of home and things like that. Abont six feet away from her, across the aisle, was an empty seat, which at the next station was filled by a rnan with a sample case. He was 50 years of age or théreabout and was qnite as dapper looking as if he were 80 and still the knight to please every fair dame who set her soft eyes upon him. The lady was young and pretty, with perhaps a ghade too much display in her makeup, but still one conld hardly Bay that, for all is nat gold that glitters in such cases - or words to that effect. When the man had sat down iu the vacant seat and composed himself for the journey before him, he began to look about to familiarize himself with his environments, and in the course of his visual wautlerings his eyes feil npon the young lady. He gave a slight start, as people do when they think they see somebody they know, and looked again. The lady wasn't looking, of conrse. Bnt she wasn't asleep. Not in the slightest. After a minute or two or three or four of hesitating investigation the traveling man, for it washe, aroee and very politely and deferentially approached the young lady. It was done as if hehad been practioing that sort of thing ever since he had pioked up the flrst sample oase. Either that or he was to the manner bom. "I beg yonr pardon," he said as she lurned from the window to meet him With a half startled, fawnlike movement not altogether unusual on such occasions, "aren't you Mise Morton of Philadelphia?" She gave him a glassy stare with a raw edge on it. "You don't look like a man," she replied with an insolent air, "who would try to work as oíd a racket as that on me. Do I look so green as tbatr" It was uow his turn to gazo at her in startled wonder. "Oh, that's all righfc,"she laughed, movin;; over to make room beside her, "and I'U fowjive you. Ycu know I am not Miss Morton of Philadelphia or anywhere eise, and so do I know it. But sit down. I'nj lonesome, and I'd justas soon have a pleasaut little talk with you as not. I'uj to meet mamma at the station where we take dinner. " "I beg yonr pardon, " said the traveling man, backing away. "I am sure if you are not Miss Morton I have no desire whatever to taik with you. " Tben he weit back to his place, and the flip young wcman was rather inclined to the opinión that tbere was at least one man on the road who conld be mistaken honestly. All of which occurred between Washington and New York within the last two weeks. -


Ann Arbor Argus
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