The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1903-09-25
A KNIGHT OF
THE HIGHWAY
By CLINTON SC0LLARD.
Author Of "AMan at Arms. THE Son
Of Tory" Etc.
Copyright, 1907, by J. B. Lippincott Co.
All rights reserved.
CHAPTER ".
AT THE MERTONS'

AT THE MERTONS'.
1t was long and wearisome ride.
There had been protracted season
of drought, and beyond the city the
fields lay scorched and sere, while a
white coating of dust covered every
thing by the roadside. Even the
leaves of the trees, motionless in the
sultry air, seemed burnt and lifeless.
Overhead hung a blazing sun. AS
they plodded forward, the horses be-
ing unable to move. faster than a
walk, owing to the heavy load, clouds
of dust rose about them. The very
atmosphere was permeated with
floating particles, and the distance
was blurred and vague.
For nine miles the road assembled
gradually, part of the time following
the course of the abandoned Susque-
mango canal, part of the time in close
proximity to the track of the Sus-
wego and Eastern railway. There
was little conversation. Occasionally
one of the young men near the driv-
er's seat was heard to berate the
heat in subdued, hopeless fashion,
and there was rare interchange
of chaff between these same young
men and lone yokel shouting from
O farm-yard by the highway. Once
or twice pugnacious sheperd dog
rushed out and barked at them, but
no one gave heed to the implied chal-
lenge.
It was nearing five o'clock when
they reached the shady park at Hin
tonville. Very familiar this spot
looked to Rossiter, for it was at the
institution situated upon the lofty
hill mile and half from the pretty
little town that he had spent the
four years of his college life. There
was the church in which he had once
taken part in a prize contest before
an audience made up chiefly of beam
ing and auttering maidens and their
escorts. How very far away it all
seemed! Quite like another existence
And he was coming back to the
scene in a hop-wagon! 1t was not
much as he had pictured his return
when he had fingered one night in
the moonlight by yonder fountain a
few weeks before his graduation.
He gianced about as they passed
mp the residence side of the park
thinking he might recognize some of
the townsfolk, for he had known
quite number of the citizens when
he was in college, but there were
The distinguished no one whose figure
he remembered. Beyond the trees
and the strip of greensward, bag
gage-man was driving at an ambling
gait in the direction of the station
but it was not the eccentric little
Irishman, Barney" who had been
wont to deliver his trunk in the old
days ut the top of three flights OF
stairs with so many remarkable ex.
pletives. A feeling of disappointment
and loneliness seized upon Rossiter
sense of being apart and alooi
from the rest of the world. This
was the one place of all places
where he had felt that there was
sure to be some one to greet him
cheerfully should he ever return, yet
he beheld no one who stood out clear
In his memory. Doubtless there
were those whom he would know ant
who might recall him, but they
were not in evidence, and he had eX
pected that they would be.
Joe Becraft noticed the detection il
his face, and, misunderstanding thu
cause of it, appealed to his mother
to know If she had not said thai
their journeys end was but short
distance beyond Hintonville.
swell, it amt an awful sight furth
err" she answered. "but it's mostl,
hill"
Mrs. Becraft had been welding
large, loosely jointed fan energeti
callv for most of the nine miles
they had trayersed, and was well
nigh in azstate of collapse. A littl'
rim Of Precipitation was making it
way down bar rounded face just =