The Washington times., 1903-11-01

~ HE train went whirling by past
green meadows. cornhelds. cool,
shady woods and pretty home
steads.
Nearly everyone in the car, this par
ticular car. was gazing out OF the win
dows and now and then eager Abs.
Oh. do Iook.'' would come from different
ones
Bob Lowell leaned back in his seat and
watched the flying landscape with half
.losed eyes. He seemed to be the only
enc not interested. and IN truth. he
wasn't How he hated these business
trips. flying through the country into
one State and out again. Yes. It was
monotonous and since Boz had entered
into business as partner with his
father. he had spent most OF his time
in this way.
As he sat thinking OF all these things.
he was suddenly interrupted by the JUS
" tones Of the conductor. "CaryI juno
toni Al OF for caryl Junction. Ten
minutes waltz" With a sigh OF relief
Bob reached for his hat and made his
way to the door. leaning out for a
breath OF fresh air. and. Incidentally, to
see what the station looked like.
BY Joye, What a pretty placei"
came involuntarily from his lips. and he
was right. It was a low, stone strue-
ture. prettily finished. with a slopinK
green lawn, dotted with beds OF bright
red flowers. and shaded by a few huge
eIms To one side was the carriage
stand. Looking IN the other direction
was the town. partly in the valley. and
partly on the hillside
Make a lovely picture" Lowell ex-
claimed half loud and half to himself.
then quick as a flash he reached to his
coat pocket and drew out a small pocket
camera.
Streak of good luck, murmured
Lowell. as he hastily left the car and
walked up the platform.
Although caryl Junction was com
parativeiy small place. it boosted OF a
good many travellers and business men.
who were obliged to be in the city dur
ing the day, found II just the place to
spend the summer This was the even
ing train. and with 1t came the usual
confusion; men tired with their days
work made their way hurriedly through
the crowd. seemingly unconscious Of
everything and ev gbody. Then the
cabble calls and the baggage man. to-
gether with the newsboy's shrin cries.
made 1t almost deefening.
Lowell walked hurriedIy. lodging peo-
pie right and left, until he reached the
other end of the station. end it was
several minutes before he could get
a clear view of the building. Gradually.
however, the platform cleared, and the
worst of the noise ceased.
Lowell bent his head, and through the
glass seeing no one. he snapped the
camera. But just at this moment
dark object darted across and disappear
ed. Quick as fash Lowell looked up,
but there was no one in s,1ht, so he
decided Il was only a shadow. II was
over In an instant. but then. even
shadow would ruin the picture! But
before he had time TO AXE another the
porter called "Al aboard" Lowell showed
the camera back into IS resting place,
and leisurely swung on CO She last car.
a sharp whistle from the engine. and
the train slowly pulled cut.
Nearly a year later, Bob and his friend
Jack HARTLEY sat lazily talking and
smoking. 1t was a blustery cold day out,
and Bobs rooms looked eozier than
ever. Going TO that dance tonight.
Bob?" inquired Hartley. Bob slowly
blew out a ring OF smoke and looked to-
ward the window Don't know-looks
pretty nasty out" ''Oh. but say" said
HARTLEY. its going to be the best thing
yet. and then you know the Langelys
always do the right thing
Yes" agreed Bob, ''I,ut I have to
make trip tomorrow morning, and II
go. shall probably be tired. and"
"Oh. yes. and" laughed Jack; al
ways some excuse. / declare, Bob. you
are getting actually seedy, staying at
home all the time: not a bit OF go in
you any more. You've missed two
dances. 10 my knowledge. and now you