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By Mildred Caroline Goodridge
"Miss Nettleton will be at the 7:20
train. Be a good brother, and show
her every attention."
This was the telegram at which
Roy Eastburn stood looking with a
It had been antedated by various
letters, all from his sister, at Milburn,
a hundred miles away his married
sister, Mrs. Nettie Douglas. Roy
knew what it all meant. Miss Irene
Nettleton was his sister's dearest
school chum. Then', too, she was rich.
Once only Roy had met her, a gawky,
disagreeable, purse-proud girl of fif
teen. That was five years agone.
Even now the old dislike came to his
"If Irene is bent upon a match it
won't work," he 'decided forcibly.
"Miss Nettleton's manner may have
changed but the old-time selfish
Like a dutiful brother, he went
down in the depot at the time ap
pointed. On the way he bought a
dozen roses at a dollar apiece, a twq
pound box of the choicest chocolates,
half a dozen of the latest magazines
and two railroad tickets to Milburn.
"That will occupy her till I deliver
her safely into Sister Netti'e charge,"
he soliloquized. "Then I'll make my
escape, some way."
Roy reached the depot half an hour
before train time. His sister had for-
gotten to post him as to the differ
ence between Miss Nettleton at 15
and the same young lady at 20. He
fancied, however, their mutually
looking for one another would bring
things about all right
Roy found himself all at sea re
garding this. He spoke to two young
ladies by mistake. He grew confused
and anxious as ten, twenty, twenty
five minutes passed by. Then he
moved out to the gate and scanned
every young lady passing through it.
.. "She hasn't come," he declared, as I
the conductor's sonorous "All
aboard!" rang out. A guard clicked
the chain of the gate to hasten some
late comers. The train was moving,
the guard had pulled the gate shut,
when a young lady in a terrified tu
mult rushed toward it.
"Ah, it must be Miss Nettleton at
last!" Roy decided, but "he traced no
familiar features in the eager, ex
cited face. He grabbed her arm.
"Quick!" he said simply, "the train
"Dear Sister Nettie!"
is just pulling out. I have the tick
ets." Breathlessly the girl allowed him
to rush her through the gate. They
just caught the last car. Then the
door locked against them, they stood
on the rear platform of the coach and
looked at one another.
As to Roy, he could scarcely real
ize that this dancing-eyed, jolly-faced
girl beside him was the dowdy, sour-
visaged Miss Nettleton to whom he
had taken such an -aversion five
years previous. The conductor came
and let them into the coach.