Richmond Womans College - Puffs and Patches Yearbook (Richmond, VA)

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the stage enztclif' Ilut 'l'hil was nut interested in tliose girls, sri he milled lmek, Yes, I mn yqniiig, hut l lmpe ytin have :1 gnml time. lll guing to t':1l1'in's RIJ.llClln he had to cross the lligh XV:1y :md then tlirougli the mul xvtmds fur uliout. :1 mile. just :ts he was crossing into the lligh Xlfuy he he:n'd the rattling of wagon wheels, then :1 hung! and :1 erztshl Phil sooii saw that it was the stage coach that was going to his l'ZlI1Cll and that it had gone over an emlJzmkment. ' lfrtmi ll distance it looked as if every one was killed, but as he came closer he saw that the euneh was smashed, hut only Zl few hurt. X'lillL'l'l lf'hil walked up and asked if he could he of ztny help, the lIOZlCllll1ZlIl turned around :tnfl s:1i1l. llelln, l'l1il-help? Why, yes. there is ll young' lady on the other side of the euneli who has huth her :tnkles hurt. She will have ln he carried tn the nearest house und :1 tlnvtui' sent lor. Philip wullcetl Zll'tlllllll the couch :ind up to the girl who was trying tn relieve her ankles by l1l1lZlClllg het' shoes. When he came nearer and asked if he could help her in any way, she turned quickly :ind- Why, Philipl - ,BnhlJie 1l:11'ling. And soon liohbie was huddled up in Phil's st1'fm1.5 arms :md he was whispering to her. Suddenly Bolmhie's face changed and she cried, Oh! Phil, you will never, never leave ine again, will you? Say that you w1m't. ' l'hil drew the little hundle closer and whispered, Indeed l won't, dearest, if I can help it. .Mid then- Well, wh:1l's the use of writing :tn end, for we can all guess that. Nmmt XVALKUP, '15. S-1 ui...- Awuwv vm u it 2 . v

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Bobbie read the note through in almost one breath. This was such a shock to her. Philip going away? Her Phil-and she might never see him again. Oh! the very thought chilled her through and through, but this feeling soon left her and she was once more the jealous-hearted creature who hated Philip Quenton. She did Hot put the candle in the window. That night Bobbie dreamt that Philip had gone west on a mining trip and had gotten hurt in some way. XVaking all in a Hurry, as dreamers do, she began to think-suppose he would get hurt and die way out west, she would possibly never see him again! The thought overcame her anger. and jumping out of bed, putting on her clothes, throwing things this way and that. finally she got dressed. Rushing down stairs, she went to the phone, placing the receiver to her ear. said, Madison ISZS-YCS-'I'fCllOl--'TS that Mrs. Quenton's residence?-lt is?-X'Vell. is Philip there?-He is not-Has he gone west?-NYhat train-do you think l can catch him now? .-Xll these questions were flung so 'fast that it kept Mrs. Quenton busy answering them. Hanging up the receiver, Bobbie ran out in the street and hailing a cab ordered the driver to take her to Broad Street station, and Please do hurry! she added. That drive seemed as long as a year to Bobbie. and oh, if the driver would only hurry: it seemed as if the horses were merely walking. Thoughts were coming fast of what their meeting would be like. She was planning what she would say if she should catch him. But alas! when Bobbie reached the station the train was just pulling out. It was natural for her to want to run after it, but the way was barred by a train boy. You can't catch that train. lady. Oh! I must-but l must I-Oh, Phil, why did you go? Oh, me -sobbed Bobbie. The train boy could not understand what she was talking about. so he asked timidly, XYas you going away on that train, lady, or did someone leave you This quieted Bobbie a little and she began to ask questions-''XVhat train was it- XYhere did it stop ? and many others. to which she received the cool answers: ?-Q Yes, ma'am, it was a western train and it was bound for California. Oh me, cried Bobbie a little later: l know Phil is on it, l just know he is. About this time a little boy who lived in Hobbies neighborhood came running up and asked, W'hat's the matter, Miss Bobbie, did the train leave you? And then in a teasing manner added, Or are you looking for Phil Quenton? At this Bobbie turned and smiled- XVhy. yes, Jim, have you seen him I saw him just before he got on the train and he told me where he was going-and- and just as the porter called, All aboardf' your Phil stuck his head out of the window and calledg he said. Jim, take this to Miss Bobbie and say if she ever needs me to write to this address. NVitl1 that Jim handed Bobbie a card. She put the card in her case. thanked jim and walked off. At least she knew where he was staying. Philip Quenton at length reached his destination after a long and tiresome trip. He had been sent west by the head manager of his firm to act as an overseer of a large ranch. He didn't want to go, but be was there now and he would make the best of it. He being a very attractive. young and jolly fellow soon made friends, not only on his pn own ranch, but the neighboring ones. Phil often thought of Bobbie and wondered if she had forgotten him altogether. He never would go with the boys to see the different girls, and when girls were brought into conversation he would remain silent as if dreaming. This seemed strange to the cowboys and they often asked what was the matter, to which they would receive the quiet answer, Oh! l don't like girls. One Saturday, as Phil started down the path, 'someone called after him, saying, Say, Phil, you had better stay home this evening, because a bunch of girls is coming up on 88

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