Judge — September 27, 1913 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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HER BIRTHDAY Which shall it be—what he can afford, or what she expects? HE WANTED a ticket to Nyack, but was unable to purchase it, because the woman in front of him had three bags, through which she was dredging to find her purse. To kill time, he was beating out Lohen- grin’s Wedding March on the brass rail with a fifty-cent piece. It was not an orchestration over which Toscanini would have enthused, and some one behind him laughed. As he turned to see who had dared be merry at his expense, he faced the prettiest girl he had ever seen; but the curt voice of the ticket seller cut short his view of her. “Where do I want to go—where do I?"’ he thought, wonder- ing where the Beauty was bound. ‘‘Oh, yes, Nyack—of course."’ “Ten cents more, please.” While the man was handing out *‘ten cents more,’’ he heard the girl ask for a ticket to Nyack. Somehow this pleased him very much, As he walked down the platform, some one was following, and he thought, in the natural course of events, that it must be the Beauty. When he reached the Nyack car, he waited to let her enter first. But it was not she! It was the woman with the three bags. “All—aboard—all—aboard—all—aboard !"” There was a soft panting behind him. On a hit-and-run signal the girl had arrived, without her breath, but with her radiant charm. The conductor had removed the stepping stone ‘twixt car and platform, and the girl could not negotiate the distance. She looked at the man helplessly, and he responded 80 quickly that she was headed for Nyack before he got his balance again; but he made a ‘‘Red’’ Murray catch of that train which should have been good for considerable space in A Fifty-cent Orchestra By JANE VIVIAN . the evening press. There was a va- cant seat beside the Beauty, but, having done her a slight service, it would have been commonplace to sit beside her. So he lounged near the door. He could see that she carried two scores side by side. One was that of Tristan and Isolde, and the other that of the New York-Pittsburgh baseball game. Horrors! From Isolde’s trysting place to the New York-Pittsburgh baseball field was quite a distance, temperamentally as well as geographically ! “Nyack, Nyack !’’ shrieked the brakeman. The girl being directly behind him, he waited to help her off the train, but was ruthlessly pushed aside by two kids, who were equipped with a baseball outfit and a meager quantity of clothes. What there was of the latter showed that the children must have come directly from their valets, as their suits were a spotless white. One large spot, however, would have oblit- erated both suits. They greeted the Beauty with an untamed joy which made the man shudder. He would have liked to give those kids a lesson in the art of greeting ladies! Such an over-affectionate welcome was ill-bred. “Will you take us to the game this afternoon?” asked one of the children, in a shrill, far-reaching voice, dancing with glee, as he watched the chauffeur try to pick pebbles out of the horn of their motor car. “Boys, did you put those stones in there?’ asked the Beauty. “Yep, we did—while John was Ikin’ to a guryl!’” John was angry. Picking pebbles out of motor horns was not his favorite pastime. He looked up at the older boy with comicbooks.com