Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 41, Number 34, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 January 1909 — Why She Hurried. [ARTICLE]

Why She Hurried.

"Oh!” snapped the girl with gray eyes who was hastily trying to butgloves, “I might have known that it would be out of the question for anything to go right today!” She got down on her knees to search under the chiffonier for the button which had come off. When she struggled to her feet her hat was over one ear and her veil was crooked and she had not found the button. The girl turned pale. "I wish this day was over!” she sobbed. "Everything goes wrong! I’ll miss that train and be late for dinner and Jack hates to wait Oh, dear! How I loathe black gloves with a brown suit, but I’ll have to wear black gloves now! I*— 1 *— ... - The front door shut on a fold of her skirt and the resultant tug at her belt loosened the fastening, so that she had to go back aond repair the damage to her appearance. When she emeregd again she began to run toward the suburban station, four blocks away. She heard the roar of the oncoming train. Ac she slammed her dime before the ticket window the train was at a stand. She staggered up the stairs just intime to get a good view of the last car platform as it pulled away. * “Well,” she said violently, “Well!” For a minute she walked the deserted platform. Then she went inside the stuffy waiting room. It would be useless to try to explain to Jack when he mat her on the arrival of the next train in the city, why he had been kept waiting a half hour thinking things about the unreliability and unpunctuality of women! And the pleasant little dinner which might have meant so much would be spoiled—just spoiled by her annoyance and her nervousenss. When one had to hurry so and things went wrong one never looked one’s best.

At this point the girt she hated worse than any other walked into the waiting room and headed straight for her, so she was obliged to sit and talk to that awful girl the rest of the time! When the train came at last and she stepped in she remembered with a pang that her new gold-mesh handbag she had inteneded to carry was reposing in its case at home. Half way to the city something happened and the train stopped for five minutes, which sfeemed hours to her. , Getting out of the train a big man trod on her toes and she also remembered she had forgotten her handkerchief with the real lace edge. When she reached the place where Jack was to meet her she was tired to death and ready to go back home and cry herself to sleep. She looked horrid, she knew, and she loathed all dinners and theaters. As she hastily glanced around and it dawned on her that Jack was not standing there with anxiety and annoyance an his face, she realized that the worst had happened. He had got tired of waiting, had concluded she had broken their evening’s engagement, and so had gone away! Just then a red-faced, anxious young man tore madly through the crowd and made for her corner. “I’m so sorry!" he gasped. “And you’ve been waiting all this time! I’ve nearly broken my neck trying, but I simply could not get here a minute earlier. I don’t know how to excuse myself—” “Oh,” breathed the young woman with noble generosity, the world suddenly righting itself and her toilet as sudenly settling into perfection and beauty. “Oh. that’s all right. Jack! I understand perfectly! , Ton don’t need to feel bad about It at ah.**— Frank H. Sweet.