Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1895-06-21

that the old fellow would have to be
his debtor for all outlay.
Collie the doctor called it-that com
mon pestilence of the western states
Tut sharp remedies prevailed, and
towards morning the patient dozed into
slight, grateful slumber
81 am better" he gasped on waking.
"Of course you are" Grey responded
cheerfully. you'll be on your legs
again in no time"
"Bnt, you will not leave me yet?r
"Why, yes, must be going soon"
'Don't go. Stay a little"
swell, well see. Now don't worry
yourself about trifes. I'm not very
flush myself, but can find enough to
see you through this little trouble. I'll
settle the bill here before / CO."
This seemed to pacify the sick man,
for he grew rapidly better, and before
noon was talking as gliblyas though he
had never been sick, astounding Grey
with his terse remarks. Nay, the young
fellow, to his own amazement, found
himself chattering over his own adven-
lures in Chicago, partly with view of
diverting his listener and partly be-
cause he was glad to get congenial
spirit to talk to.
In fact, the old gentleman picked up
SO immensely that it was decided that
Frank should continue his journey on
the midnight mail. leaving the man he
had played the Samaritan to to follow
at his leisure.
81 have some little influence in Buff
falo, where l live. Give me your adj
dress; who knows what may turn up?''
Grey, with an amused smile, wrote
the number of his street in his friends
pocketbook as desired, little dreaming
that he would ever hear anything of
the dear old fellow again. And, hav-
ing thus done his duty, he paid the
hotel bill oad left the place.
Four days Afterwards he received
letter from the Western New York
Rolling Mill company, offering him the
position of assistant secretary, at sal
airy of eighteen hundred dollars year,
and by the same mail a sweet, woman
ly letter, dated from Prospect street,
Buffalo, in which the writer thanked
him warmly for his kindness to her
husband, and added: "He has been
fortunate enough to secure for you the
offer of an appointment, which, though
not very great, is likely to be n step
ping-stone to something better. 1t is
needful that you should be here forth
with, so suggest your coming to Buff
falo by the train that reaches the city
at nine o'clock on Tuesday morning,
next, when, in my husbands absence
from home, l will meet you at the
station. Mr. Woodgrove hopes that,
for the present, you will make our
house your home. We are plain,
simple people, but will do our best to
make you comfortable. Reply at once,
and oblige your cordial friend,
DOROTHY WooDGRovE."
These wonderful letters Frank Grey
read as in dream.
"How the dickens" he unused, could
that seedy old fellow have wrought the
miracle? 1t only corroborates my sus-
picions that he has seen better days,
and though broken in fortune has pow
erful friends whom he has importuned
in my behalf. AS for going to their
house, that is all right, they doubtless
want ledger, and will try and be a
liberal one"
The union depot at Buffalo is big
rambling building, which when
thronged with hundreds of bustling
people pouring forth from trains from
every point of the compass, presents a
broad field for the search of an un-
known person.
Grey took in the absurdity of his po-
sition for the first time. How could he
recognize Mrs. Woodgrove? Well, he
would hunt for genteel old lady in
faded black, who, like her husband,
bore the sad insignia of decayed pros
perity, but he searched in vain.
Suddenly he came face to face with
an elderly gentlewoman, richly dressed
in sealsl1ins and silks. A sweet, gen
tie face, crowned with braided gray
hair, looked pleasantly up into his and
a well gloved hand was stretched forth
toward him.
'Mr. Grey, of Chicago?" a pleasant
voice asked.
Eyes, madam" Frank stammered.
"And you?"
Mrs. Woodgrove," she replied, shak-
ing his hand heartily. 81 am indeed
glad to see you; come straight to my
carriage; give your checls to the
coachman, and he will attend to your
baggage"
Cinderella riding in her pumpkin
carriage behind her rat horses was not
in such whirl of establishment as
Grey when he found himself bowling
along behind pair of housekeeping
bays up the finest avenue of Buffalo.
And what home! A fine stone-front
mansion standing in spacious grounds
with all the luxurious surroundings
that wealth could accomplish.
Now" said this gracious lady, when
they were indoors, Il want you really
to feel that you have come home"
"You are too kind" The poor, friend
less fellow could not keep back the
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