Evening journal., 1889-12-11


car Deodora. where we found a section dis
engaged
lay down In the lower berth, not uncon-
scious of a certain elation, both In the char
acter of being Of service to a man still poorer
and more insignificant than myself, and in
this my first experience of the unknown lux
ury of a sleeping car.
'Tn only stretch myself out little and
rest" thought l. II won't 90 to sleep"
As composed myself under the blanket, /
heard the pale young man tell the porter to
call him at Hunsdon.
"Hellolr said |. "Aren't you going bach
on the return trip to New YorkP
"No," said he. "As I've paid nv fare,
may as well stop off and see my mother at
Hunsdon, and tell her what good luck there
is in store for me, thanks to you, sir And
will call on you at the address you gave me
in New York on Thursday, at o'clock in the
morning"
Hunsdon That was a good way or. 1t
would be nearly morning when we reached
Hunsdon, thought. And while was think
ing
"Alfordl All out for Alfordn
Could it be possiblel Here was the bright
sun shining in at the curtained window, the
porters jolly face close TO mine.
make haste, sahI Afford, sahl Amt no
time to losel"
made dab at my ulster, caught my bag
and made rush for the door, wondering as
did so how and when ! could have gone to
sleep, and how luqSy it was that had not
removed either coat, waistcoat or boots when
| | lay down in the Deodora.
l glanced at my watch-an inexpensive
silver timekeeper-and found that it was
little past 4
"Earlyfn said !, to myself; "but old Met
calfe expressly said | was to lose no time
| I'D 60 direct to Farboro's place.
As the thought coursed through my mind
involuntarily clapped my hand on the
breastpocket in which | carried the precious
package containing, as ] had been told, So, 900
in bills Of large denominations.
! 1t was not there
In vain | searched; in vain I turned the
lining inside out 1t was absolutely empty.
l staggered up against the nearest lamp post
with deadly sinking Of the heart.
Oh, that foul traitor with the starveling
face and the hollow eyes That fatal slum-
Der in the rocking arms Of the Deodoral
! could see it all now as in the clear deeps
of a mirror. l had been duped, deceived,
ruinedl
In the midst Of my CONSERVATION realized
shat had not an instant of time to waste.
hurried back to the station, telegraphed
to the next stopping place Of the express, in.
terviewed the local police, and having done
all that there was to be done, decided that ii
was best to return at once to New York and
make clean breast Of it to Metcalfe & Co.
Alas for my fond visions Of prefermentl
The orange twilight was fading away over
the western roofs when reached New York
1t was too late to 60 the ofiice-the fat old
porter would have long since shut the iron
clamped DOORS
scarcely cared to face Mr.. Metcalfe unit
his after dinner glass of old port had some
what softened the acerbity Of his business
mood.
"In go home first" told myself "rv,
got to break this news to Mollie-she may a
well know it first as last, poor grill And III
60 TO old Metcalfe afterward.n
/ skunk home through the byways, lurking
along like thief, and shrinking at the eye
of an occasional policeman, until reached
my own door.
Mollie came rushing into my arms with
little shrek.
"oh, Toni" she cried, did you find /
outr
"Find what outFn
| About bho thOho3s 4ous Aou AeAb !
hereln
stared at her. Had she taken leave Of he
sensesi
Il changed the waistcoat, Tom,n she vi
! tered rapidly, while you we're gone for th
boots. This one had a button loose an
looked shabby, so put the other one In il
place, and forgot to tell you Of IL. / neve
thought Of the money being in the pocket
and here it lay, package and all, on the table
when came back from the depot oh, Ton
haven't slept wink since"
~ haveln cried |, bursting into hoars
laugh. Son the sleeping car Deodoral"
J caught up the package and rushed bac
70 the depot.
7 An express went out at a few minutes afts
z, and had barely time to leap on the bac
platform Of the last car.
I could have shouted and sung for yer
hghtness of heart
Altogether, it seemed as if the fates wei
conspired in my favor.
Mr.. Dusantoy was in Europe and Mr.. Fai
boro had only just returned. within the hou
! from jaunt to a Canada fishing stream.
VERY judicious Of you, young man" sal
he, ito wait until my arrival This moi
! ! contains matter for my eyes alone"
Mr. Metcalfe commended me also.
), | II see, salu ne, 'tndl uiu Wen III leaNln
matters to your discretion. Any expens'
you may have incurred during your stay
Afford will be settled by the bookkeeper."
: ! "Oh, that was mere trihe, sir" said l.
! And took advantage Of my chiefs genii
! mood to mention the case Of Mr.. Bernar
Cushing, the pale youth whom had hate
80 heartily for few brief agonized hours.
! MIR. Metcalfe wrote bis name down in
: certain mysterious pocketbook, which ii
clerks, among themselves, had nickname
1.-THE Book OF Judgment" and knew Il
matter was settled
received substantial promotion the ne'
= week.
. Bernard Gushing was engaged under m
and his gratitude was something touching
AS for Mollie, she has not yet forgive
herself for the fright she so unwilling
gave me.
But / shall never again enter a sleepiI
car without thinking of the Deodora- --Heli
Forest Groves In Saturday Night