The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1886-01-29

clad, Tom was certain, in a brown riding
habit, and surely there was CLEAN Of red
just below the white collar and kerchief.
Tom looked of course with all his eyes. and
as he looked the fair equestricnne, with a
I sudden movement of her right arm, flashed
a white handkerchief into sight for an in
| stant and then, touching the chestnut
mare with her whip, cantcred brisl<ly along
after the flying train Whether her signal
was answered from the train Tom could
not see.
Of course she was distaneed in a mo-
ment, but presently the whistle sounded
for Broekvile, and within two minutes
pulled up at the station. Tom kept his
scat. The train backed to the siding, out
of the way of the express. Tom left his
gun-casc in the rack, but prudently took
his satchel with him to the rear door of the
last car
The conductor came along, and to his
intimation that this was Broekvile Tom
answered rather shortly: Il know it.
In the meanwhile "Corduroys, with
liyer-colored setter. russell gun-case, and
all, had disembarkcd, coolly deposited his
traps on the platform, and stood a little
apart watching the temporary hustle that
enlivened the sleepy little country station.
Presently he began to walk up and down
the platform, and Tom could not be certain
whether he was waiting for some one or
not.
well-traveled rural pike" led off to
the eastward from the station, and upon
the point where it disappeared over a
slight knoll Tom kept his eyes with an
eagerncss for which he cynieally laughed
at himself even then. Twice he said
There she eomesi" as some moving Oh
ject showed over the ridge; but in one in
stance it was yagrant COW, in the other
an aged negro on mule-baek But look
There can be no mistake this timei The
dancing rise and fall of feathered hat,
complicated with flying ends Of closely
tied veil Hardly are these seen and iden-
tilted when the pointed cars and chestnut
name rise into view, and then the face, I'M
distingushable in features as yet, the dark
habit, the dash of scarlet In an instant,
never slae5cning her stride, the kentucky
thoroughbred sweeps over the knoll and
comes swinging down tie gentle slope,
her satin sides cleaning in the sun,
and her dainty hoofs rythmically beating
time upon the smooth turnpike
But what is this The white lfandker-
chief flashes out again, and Tom glances
at the platform to see a return signal from
him whom we have calleds Corduroys. y
The liyer-eolored setter, too has recognized
familiar hoofbeats and is flying up the
road, barking ijoyously, with head erect
and feathcry tail streaming bannerwise.
And now the chestnut mare whinnies as
she pulls herself up at the platform where
stands the settlers master; ganntleted
hand with a riding whip hanging from it's
wrist is extended, and-wcll, just then the
express thundered in: the engine, with its
glistcning brass and changing bell, rushed
between Tom and the dainty hat and
brown riding habit, but the last glimpse
he caught was of a very friendly greeting
between the fair equestrienne, whom he
could not but take for "Connie, " and him
whom he was haf-nclined to anathematize
as ''Corduroys."
The bell of the express sounded. Toms
gun-case was in the smoking car, awa y for
ward. ''Never mind" he thought, 81 can
wire for it. I'm well ont ofthis, anyhow, =
and he swung himselfdown, caught hand
rail on the express, and i'll an instant was
speeding back toward Baltimore.
In the meantime an excited little dia-
logue was in progress at the edge of The
Brockville platform. Greetings over be-
tween Connie" and ..Corduroys," she
glanced at train and platform and passeli-
gers with rather prond, questioning look
on her fair face.
"Arc those your traps on the platform,
WIS"
YES; what OF it?
ssAnd did not Mr. Follakcr come"
s.No. Did Won expect him9''
Yes By this train | wrote you how
to find him.
'.Never got the letter.
The blood rushed up into Connie's
checks. What must he think of m,?''
she cried ..Will, did yon sec another gen
tleman on the train in shooting suit ,"
VIII reelected. YES, now | think Of it,
| did, some distance back.
"Well, run and see if you can find him.
The train has not gene yet. Bring him
here.
VIII caught the conductor just as he
signaled the engineer to so ahead.
Hold on a minute, Thompson. What
became of that fellow in shooting rig p
'.IIe caught on to the express just as she
pulled out. Queer lot he is, Mr.. Crary.
Shifted his clothes in my room this side of
Brinkerton, and now he's left his gun case
in the smoker
"All right give it to me. I'll be re-
sponsible.
Tho conductor, knowing Mr.. Crary as
near resident and frequent patron Of the
road, gave him the gnu without more ado,
and, with shade OF growing annoyance
ON his face, Win returned to his sisters
side.
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