Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1896-06-04

lamb. no fool notions; sensible as n
Christian about trains-ltnows the
iniine can't hurt him If he keeps off the
track"
What's the price,"
Five hundred-asked," said he, with
a strong emphasis on the last word.
whistled softly.
"Oh, that's the askin' price," he ex-
planned. It's like woman's chignon;
it'll come of"
I'm in your hands, said 1. Under
stand, I want your guarantee in this
business, and you'll be paid for 1t. Be
sides the horse, l need harness and II
buggy"
Wall" said he, after moments cal
culation, IN be fair with We. VIII We
give me what l can clear under $500 fer
the hull outfit, boss, ight-runnin'
buggy, and a good harness?"
Its bargain. I'll go to the bank,
draw the money, and bring it to you
here. VIII you drive the rig to Bassett-
Vile, so that l can get it there tonight
.Wneu COIlle QONl IL Dy IIdlu
by the time yer back from the bank
I'll have made the dicker and be ready
to start" said he. And he was as good
as his word. Before noon the payment
had been made and my new horse was
trotting steadily along the road lead
ing from Trent. Carpenters praise of
the animal had been enough to end my
lt,+
but wish that the steed were more pleas
ing to look upon.
Though I wasted good deal of time
over a midday dinner and the various
commissions l had to execute, found
upon reaching the railway station that
there was nearly an hour of waiting
ahead of me before the accommodation
train should begin its journey down the
road. The station, however, was not
bad place In which to kill time, for two
lines met there, and the rapid ebb and
flow of the human tide continued from
morning to night. | rubbed elbows
with stolid farmers, brisk townspeople
and nervous women, chatted for mo-
ment with an acquaintance, and then
search of some sheltered nook where a
cigar might be enjoyed in peace. A
long train from the west monopolized
one of the tracks. It appeared to be
well filled with passengers, and
strolled the length of IL, surveying
with some amusement the faces fat
tened against the windows of the cars,
faces old, middle-aged and young, but
all alike in their expression of vague
curiosity, as their owners watched the
stream of travellers passing from the
waiting-rooms. l had nearly reached
the end of the last car, and had bent
down to strike q match IN the lee of it,
when 1 heard my name called.
"Oh, DIR. Morris, DIR. Morris, dear doc
tor, that's you, isn't 1T? Do come here,
quick, quickl The train will be start
ing in q second, and must see you!
Oh, doctor, doctor, quick, quick!"
1 recognized the voice. 1t was that
of Mrs. Loring, with all the old hurry
ing rush of words remembered so well.
Looking up, l saw the itinerant sufferer
leaning far out of the car window, with
one arm waving wildly, as If to assist
in attracting my attention. Pulling off
my hat, sprang toward her.
"Oh, this is fortunate, fortunate, doc
ttor-you can't know how fortunatei"
she cried. I've been anxious, so anx-
lious, to see you. How is my health?
oh, doctor, it's terrible, terrible, worse
than ever, doctor; worse, much worse,
very much worse"
"And Miss Gray, is she still with
lyou?" 1 asked, my eyes roaming over
the windows and seeking her niece's
face at one of them.
"Yes, yes, dear girl, dear girl, she
never leaves me. How could she, and
have heart? Mine, doctor, has been
Iup to 120 a minute"
Indeed" said /, throwing due pro-
Ffessional gravity into the word. 'I
trust Miss Gray is well?'
"Yes, yes, as well as ever. And a tenn
ii,erature of 102, repeatedly, doctor, re-
lpeatedly."
What, Miss Gray's tenn" cried I.
with no fictitious concern.
"No, no, mine Dear me, doctor,
didn't I tell you 1t was mine? Those
springs in Kentucky-we've just come
from them-they did me no good, I'm
sure. And / was so hopeful, doctor, SO
hopeful; the water had SO many strange
things in 1t, was sure some of them
must help me-"
your case is marvellous one, Mrs.
Loring," said 1. will you kindly pre-
sent my regards to your niece, and"
She stopped me with a quick gesture.
please put your address here" said
she, thrusting n note book toward me.
Hurry, please hurry-the train is be-
ginning to move. have an idea that
oh. thanksj yes, yes, 1 see, Rodney
town So good of you, yes, SO good.
Good-by, doctor, good-by."
The train was fairly under headway
now. and 1 stood bowling low, but not
to the vanishing invalid. At the next
window to hers 1 had had glimpse
of another face, one that dreams had
kept fresh in my memory and that had
figured in the little romance that had
crept into my existence,