Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1901-09-14

Ii hui ii was fafhirHs VIM
e "a The horrible sand hole he had latelt
10 The air was cool and sweet, ah'
s. ,fter the death-like stillne Of Hob.
b sons Crossing. the sound Of ths
g ehurch bells was sweet music in d.
q ears. The man promeaaded jauniil3
i up and down he platform he wa
d. taI and slim, and q very good
elookiug fellow when, as on this ocea'
4sion. he was shaved and arrayed IN his
1best. soon Be caught sight Of "a
81 miliar obiect-a blue Western tnion
Isign over 4 window in the station
n Through Oils window be saw gar
q reading. She had crinkly brown hair
q and a pretty face Bashfulness moi
n being one 81 the Mans failings, hf
sbrushed "a few spseks ~ dust from h.
3 clothes. gave his blonde mustaehe e
sdnal twirl, and presented himself e.
&the window 81 the telegraph office.
q He was about 70 say: Hello
DAISY" but he did not say H. There
was something about the girl thai
I eaused him instead 70 lift his hat anr
z stammer: as Miss" he stopped IN
s confusion.
3 The girl laughed. "My name is
q Daisy" she said. "and yours Is George
4 sn't it2 l thought you never were
7coming'
1 The Man noticed that her hand
we're very small and white, and that she
5had big brown eyes.
4 At first they talked on telegraphif
q matters, chiefly The girl asked hin
II great many questions concerning the
y Sig Office ia Chicsgo. an Of which the
Nan answered unblushiugly lie ever
eentured certain remarks about "thai
a yuy az Hobson's Crossing"
Z at must be hard 20 work In such G
n busy place" said she.
ut Is hard" replied the Man. "hul
\ hen, we get used % 81. you See
Later. as they walked about the
Village, the girl pointed out Elm
he principal buildings 81 The place
ne courthouse. the town hail. tht
public library
"Do YOU know she said; "4ot
COX just as imagined You did You're
iall and slim, just as I knew you'd he
ike tall people I suppose it's be
cause I'm So small myself The &
glanced up shyly into the face q thf
Man and continued: i suppose your
disappointed with me2"
As the Man was boarding the trait
later in the afternoon, the Girl handel
him a photograph "This Is The picture
promised you SO long ago" she said
|-Good-by, George" She stood wavingI
her handkerchief until the train
passed out OF si~ht.
The Man placed the photograph OIL
he bench behind the old sounder oil
Hohson's Crossing lie lived IN Il
kind Of dream and looked often az %
picture II rested his eyes, wear'
with gazing across the track az ihs
lesolate waste Of stumps beyond.
One day he SAT- on the baggage
truck. holding in his hand a type
written letter As he read it FOR m
fourth time Be heard the sounder say
|"Daisy dear"
Eyes, George"
"Da YOU love me stiN2'
Eyes. George. you know DO"
Honestly"
"Truly."
At this point the Man al Hohs1n'
Crossing reached through the ont
window and pulled a small brass rlu
out OF the little switchboard III
sounder was silent When he rein
erted the plug The Chicago operate
was gone. The Man at Robson
opened the key and aid: Daisy"
"NNhat Is IL, George
eve got something 10 tel you. Ar
-ou ready TO hear it2"
YES"
Daisy" said the Man, q am goin
10 leave this wire. am going 20 wori
FOR the 4. r" lie paused.
i've got something else 70 say
Daisy he went on. after a moment
but guess ought 10 say 2. b. frs,
You won't speak TO me after I've toll
YOU" He wiped the perspiration fror
|his brow and continued deliberately
I'm fake. Daisy" Then he waite,
N suspense for her answer.
what kind Of a fake. George
There are different kinds, you know
Daisy said the Man. "this Is n,
time TO joke. I say I'm fake. Yot
think I'm that fellow down ia Chicago
don't you2"
"Of course"
"Well. I amt"
where are you. them"
The Man passed his sleeve across NJ
damp brow and sent the dread word
"Hobson's Crossing!"
For moment the sounder was
lent. Then it said: "Why. You stupi6
did you think that would make ans
lifference?"
The Man was sitting on the bagpae I
truck in front Of the telegraph offc, s
at Hobson's Crossing. Down III,
track, toward where the section gan
was working, the heat rose in curtin
columns from the rails. The leave
withered. and the paint on the station