The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1901-06-05

ne N'ti'i So piNN u t'i dl oll''.
But perhaps he would not find her
waiting Faithfully for MIN. That
thought hurt. Eut no matter. he
would go back and see
Eut that was much more easily said
than doEe 4 sarch o. the maps of
the Eastern states showed no Number
Eleven. 1t was too small for that.
Oh! if only he could remember the
! name Of the city at the foot of the
mountain. Strange that that should
be all that held him back. But Mary's
last name. too. was not to be recalled
either. M matter about that though:
! let him find the town and Mary would
be found too.
AS the months went by Harry's
memories became clearer and clearer,
unit. one night as he sat thinking 1t
over. he recalled the name. Scranton
il was said he to himself quietly,
though h" wanted to shout 1t.
-Four days later. on Saturday. he
was in Scranton. Without stopping l"
Ito more than bolt IA meal he started
for Number Eleven. His memory was
coming bHck in waves now. The
road to Dunmure: he remembered
that. No need to ask his way. From
Dunmore he must walk the rest of
the way. 1t seemed to him that he
had neve" walked so slowly. though he
was painting heavily as he climbed
the last short hill to where the rail
road had crossed the turnpike in the
old days. Everything was clearing
up: now he realized how familiar
every foot of the road was In an
hour he would be at his destina ton.
L,
Harry. stopped. aghast. The bridge
was gone, The rails We're missing
frcm the enbankment. The railroad
had been abandoned. then, He hurried
on up the planes. past the runs OF
the headhouses. Everthing was des-
ola,e. At the incline that leads to
the foot of the last two planes, hc
broke into a run, fearing what the
next turn might reveal. yet hoping
against hope. The sun was sinking
behind him as he turned the last bit
of the curve, and full in his face
burst glare of reflected slary from
a window on the height. 1t was all
right after all.
Up the steep grade Harry rushed,
hardly feeling the fatigue such labor
cost. and up to the door of the first
house. 1t was deserted. From one To
another he ran only to find the same
dismal emptiness. The dsappoint-
ment was terrible. lie sat down on a
doorstep for while, then started
back toward Dunfore, through the
gathering dusk.
How to find Mary, when the still
existing gaps in his memory had
,roobed him of her very nume was
tremendous task. But even as It
was it was not hopless. BY the time
Harry had reached the point where
he should leave the old railroad track
for the turnpike plan was completed
in his mind,
lust at this place stands solitary
house, now occupied by the old watch
man whose duty it is to warn tres
passerS off the property still owned
by the company that operated the
Gravity road. 1t was quite dark when
Harry came 10 this, and the CHEEKY
CLEAN of the lighted windows attract
ed him. II might be possible to find
cut here what had become of the peo-
pie of Number Eleven,
The old mans answer to IIarry's
questions raise him from despair to
happiness. Yes, | knew them all
Well up there. What had become OF
them oh, they had gone off, differ
ent places, who was 1t We might ba
oskin' after, may be? A young girl
named Mary, Is ii? oh, that would be
Rurke's sirl, Ia he sure; her that that
scamp of q Harry Watres ran away
from. And n great pity, that such
fine girl should be wastn' herself for
such a fellow Where does she live
nov: Sure. We needn't be so short
with a man. Somewhere in Scranton
but | dunno where. Sure, | never saw
Il man in such a moil in me life He's
of already and the old man went in
grumblime,
Harry was past Dunmore hurrying
toward the city before he had steadied
himself down. He was Harry Watres
then. not Harry Parker. and it was
Mary Rurke he Was searching for
And she was living in Scranton. wait
ing for him, lie wanted to shout
They believed he had deserted her
did they; everyone but Mary. All that
was grand thought. She knew.
And in "A few hours he would see her
Let him but get directory and his
task would be done. How slowly the
street car moved.
Mary had been sitting with her
father that evening talking with
neighpor who had dropped in for a
chat. When the visitor left old Mr..
Burke went with him To look at a
wonderful litter of DuDDies they had