New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-11-15
MRS KEATS BRADFORD.
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FROM FOREIGN PARTS.
l,acei Middlevillidge -

-, and ink cannot put upon paper tne strange
,'an;rt,lhrible shrek of the brakeman as he
emo .' ,hs car door when the train began to slow
w. ;ts approach TO small box with WIDE
ny .i.,;rr caves. that stood by the track. This
FVF cot under hill in the midst OF what
poN - broad pasture-land, and it was the new
Tpa station for the hamlet of Middle Village
r.,nIe, itself was mile away, but mile
'@ No distance at all in comparison with
=, nine miles. Property had risen already
sen ~, cent in the village. That is, 1t was held
d" r. advanced price, but there had been no
IS. as yet The railroad had been
pas,s rs the people said, for six months now
iu run, 80 one had grown rich as had been pre-
dicted. Ant, h.ror % slaclen sneed .
-, near the door had risen, as IL her lmpauence
HN' 90 Great she could not Sit quiet any longer
~. was quite alone. She was the only person
ne .Tchted ON the platform on that chill day
..rlv winter There was only the stat'on-master
I,ot al her, and he made the most OF his
Nsv.re He was dimy aware that women
pn'nss,; liz. that did not often come there; not
40, he knew how she was dressed or that her
'nA' r.. ~ and her plain skirt and little bonnet
~,,; irreproachabe. He stared for some time
Nei. .,..,sd by any answering glance. Instead of
,..neinQ she stOOu d iHohuSho J"co NhCAS ShS
...nned from the car. She gazed about
hsa w.r that sere stretch of billy pasture
ne abe drew handkerchief from her pocket
and usssed it across her eyes. She turned away
ram the man as she dlo So anu nc uiu hoO Bee
N. culver of her mouth.
VIC u Va ,ss going to lock the station. He only
-, from somewhere at train time, and then
'..' .-.;n time he went away somewhere again
eA~- bo1 to faE tho mailbag and
O dav he had to bring it back. There was no
'Th.r now. He wondered where in time that
.ns was going He didn't know of any one
~. ,,ould he likely TO have such visitor as
..., She was young, too. She couldn't be more
.,. .veptv-fve or six, perhaps not so old.
,baye said that this newcomer was quite alone
rh,. s mistake. She had something under her
This something moved. and appeared TO re-
r0onstrate. 1t was put down on the planks and
:. .u,nea ont to be small, hairy dog, who was
still held by leash, and who began nosing IN
.-.,ks and on spots, after the manner of his
kind.
s1s there any regular carriage that goes over
,,.a the other neighborhood p she asked.
u. noted that she said :" other neighborhood"
=. she were not a stranger, and now she had
Turned toward ulul LuOics AS ~iHAOS' AeHNASN
,h,, there was in her face kind
=, family resemblance" to some
ho6v h. could not tell TO whom. His curiosity
became almost manageable He wished his
wife were here He thought she might remem-
nor something. He had a wild idea of sending
the mile to Middle Village after her. But how
should he send?
In the midst Of this confusing tumble Of
bod fn,a 100
of mind to eXpectorate and TO say
No. ma'am There amt much call into the
other neighborhood, N there amt no regular
wagon. I've got boss n team up TO the house,
m I'll take YOU over reasonable. That is, if
you say so. It's mild up to my house, ruther
of a short mild ] should have TO walk it N
then come back with my boss n team. I'd let
you into the station to set while I'm gone if you
say the word"
But the lady did not say the word. She
looked round her again
II believe it isn't quite three miles to the
other neghborhood?" she remarked question
ingly.
That's about it,"
II think I'll walk. shall get there as soon
mif waited for you to take me-.
She went to the end of the platform. She
turned to say:
II forgot to check my trunks when l left
Boston ! have telegraphed for them to be sent
ke. When they come will you bring them to
tbe widow Hiram Tuttle's? Do you know the
place."
"Of course"
The mans face lightened He was getting a
thinner. Could this be that daughter of Hiram
Tut,e's that went to foreign parts? Now he
saw it was the Tuttle chin she had. plain enough.
"They ought TO come by the next train.
Therell be three of them"
Yes ma'am I'll be on the lookout. But
what namell be on um?"
aMn. Keats Bradford
All right"
She walked away. He saw her stoop and
dip the leash, from the dog, who bounded 1or-
ward
That's the ONE" cried the man aloud. Now
len tell nv wife. It's Roweny futile that was.
1t must be, though / never seen her before. one
went of TO paint or sculp, or something Anu
she married there, in Rooshy or England OF
somewhere It's her | declare l like the looks
Of her But she's got dorg. / never Aid think
woman with a dorg was any kind OF woman
1t seems so kinder fiat to be goin round with
dorg, that is if you're woman. win man
its difrunt man en- go round with a dor9
hes mind ter. It's a mans place. seems So
The station agent walked off the platform ana
round slight bend in the road that ne might
still continue to see the figure of the stranger
The woman was moving with great rapidi'y,
though on the top of rise she stopped ana seemed
70 be gazing all about her.
Interested in the country, i guess, SAID lne
man. "Mebby she's thinkin' of buyin.
At last he tore himself away and walked toward
his home, where he would wait the three hours
Until the mail train came in.
Meanwhile "Roweny Tuttle that was" kept
ap hsr quick walk over the narrow road. iheIe
nad been no snow as yet and the ground was
frozen hard. The day MINDLESS. There was
thin film over the sky.
Roxena looked IN at the heavens.