The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1905-09-06

John it was who unceremoniously
pumped down upon his lap aud af-
fectionately embraced him.
"Oh, Johnnie, don'tw pleaded Louise,
Lorrihed at the audacity.
"Never mind; let him stay" spoke
the superintendent, bravely
Johnnie stayed, to be joined within
moment by Gusta. equally as ambl-
tious.
Said the grinning brakeman. who
long ago had recognized the official,
but had pretended ignorance 20 the
conductor. who also was i'm the secret,
Look at the old man will youl Reg
uar happy family. isn't he! Some
body ought to take a photograph OF
him.
Could the superintendent many
friends and associates, business and
social. have seen him thus engaged
when the train pulled into Chicago
they would have gazed agape, thunder
struck. nearly lncreduous. And the
sight of this same superintendent con-
veying those children into the station
would have clapped the climax!
! you're to stay here, remember, un-
til five o'clock he instructed when
Louise and her youngsters and bag
and all had been safely ensconced up
on a seat in the waiting-room. cone
of the men in red caps will tell you
when your train is ready-and I'll see
to it that they take YOU to Fargo"
do you own all the railroads."
asked Hilda, admiringly.
Not quite, IIilda." he replied.
Goodbye
On his way TO the door he beck
oned to station attendant. George"
he directed you see those children
over there--four and baby. Look
after them, will you. please? They're
| friends of mine-going to Fargo, and
! I'll depend on you to put them aboard
the five o'clock l.. & ID, And, George"
handing him a dollar" you might get
some sandwiches and oranges and
other truck. They've lost their money.
Children always want to eat. l be-
| lieve."
"Yes. sir; I'll look after them. Mr..
Kilroy, sure" asserted the man.
With this the superintendent hur-
ried to the curb, sprang into a cab.
and was whirled off to his office
All the day the atmosphere through
out his suite had been depressing, for
it was suspected that he was return
ing in a temper which meant a gener-
nj and brusque upheaval No clerk,
however humble but feared that the
first victim of displeasure might be
| himself. The superintendent's heels
striking sharply along the floor of the
corridor were heard in the outer office,
and by that subtle species of wireless
| telegraphy termed ''intuition" the
word was passed from desk, ''The old
man is coming!
He opened the dOor-and he was
whistling! Actually whistling! AS he
strobe through his own private apart
ment he whistled on, The clerks
glanced at one another in relieved sur
prise. \ smile showed here and there,
and it seemed as if the sun were shin
ing again. Hardly had Mr.. Kilroy en-
tered his sanctum ere he rang his bell
imperatively.
Send in Johnson" he ordered.
Johnson, not entirely devoid of fore
boding. obeyed the summons.
II want you to make out an appli-
| cation-in the usual way-to the l.. x
ID. for transportation to Fargo-charge
to my account--for Louise Swanson
and family, S-w-a-n-s-s-o-n-got it?
All right Go over with it yourself
and wait for the pass, and take it
| down 20 the station and give it to Miss
Swanson She's in the ladies' wait
| ing-room with three children and
baby. Shes to 90 out on the five
| o'clock A girl of fifteen, three other
children and baby-you can't help
| find them. The chances are you'll
hear the baby before you reach the
station"
The bewildered clerk had sense
enough left TO smile at the conclud-
ing sarcasm Of his superior
Yes, sir; I'll 90 at once, SIR he
stammered.
"And-here, Johnson you might
give the young lady this. Tell her it's
| Tor the baby.
II hope you had a pleasant trip,
Mr.. kilroy," he hazarded, boldly, as
n test to know the worst--if there was
a worst. Perhaps the superlntendents
urbanity was only surface deep.
"Oh-quite pleasant; in fact, unusual
ly pleasant. thank you" averred the
superintendent unconcernedly. Things
are in good shape. Now don't fail to
get the transportation to the station.
Go right away"
As the clerk made his exit, with
him through the open door drifted the
welcome sound of Superintendent Kill
roy's whistle-cheery, satisfied and
reassurlng Woman's Home COmpan-
| ion.
Publicity as a PanaceR.
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