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By Frances Elizabeth Lanyon
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
Stop! Look! Listen!
The words glared down into the
consciousness of Hector Drew with
a vivdness that sent a thrill through
every fiber of his frame. He saw the
warning sign amid a vortex of dust,
hissing steam and the grind and roar
of giant wheels. Then he was sensi
ble of having grazed death by a nar
row margain. Some one was pulling
at his sleeve the same one who
had grasped his arm and drawn, him
back just in the nick of time.
"Stop! Look! Listen!" he mur
mured mechanically in a dazed, lost
way. Then his eyes fell upon the
hand trembling on his sleeve. His
eyes followed its outlines to the
wrist, along the arm to the face of
the person who had saved his life.
This was what he saw a nut
brown face, but exquisitely molded,
eyes with a trace of the shock of ter
ror, but infinitely kindly and sensible.
All these belonged to a girl of about
20. She was plainly dressed, but neat
and clean. By her side were two im
mense baskets, empty. She had
dropped them to seize this abstract
ed, heedless mortal, immersed in
thought, his mind a thousand miles
away from the remotest suspicion of
peril at a moment when it hovered so
dangerously near to him.
"You didn't seem to notice that
the train was coming, sir," said the
girl, now that the excitement was
past becoming shy and confused.
"You couldn't have heard the whis
tle, nor have seen the sign. You
must have been thinking, sir."
Yes, it is a bad habit of mine,"
confessed the young professor. Then
he seized both of the brown hands.
He pressed them fervently. "You
you have done me a great service,"
he went on and fluttered, for never
before had he been so close to a
member of the opposite sex. "My
dear young lady, I I declare, I thank
And then, thrilled at a magic con
tact enforcing a new and happy sen
sation and overcome, too, at his un
wonted timidity, he blushed like an
He was just that in his innocence
and inexperience. A bookworm, with
in the week he had started in as a
tutor at the academy back in the
town, on trial. A great thinker, he
had struck his p'upils as dull, when
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How Delightful!" Enthused Drew
he was only abstracted. His mind
his palace was. He picked up the
baskets from the ground..
"I was bound for a walk, any
where," he said, "so I may go your
way, if you will allow me," and then
in his odd manner he drifted off into
all kinds of generalities as they
walked along commenting on the
herbs they passed, the crops, the lat
est sun-force theory, and the girl lis
tened, pleased and interested, for she