“Oh, dat ain’t so bad!” he optimistically told himself.
For a moment there was silence on the railroad track. Then Mr. Copewell, feeling quite assured that the vision was genuine, managed to say, “Mary!”
Miss Asheton said, “Lewis!”
The Honorable Alexander Hamilton Burrow, thinking of nothing witty or timely to say, touched the minister on the arm and began feeling in his pockets for the marriage license.
Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the September 1911 issue of Adventure magazine.