The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1906-10-11
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the burly person OF the governor and
the fiorid face and pursy figure of the
receiver, in the group of men crossing
from the private car TO the waiting
inn tally-ho. Being a seasoned trav-
eler. the clubman lost no time In ind
Ing the station agent.
Isn't there some way you can get
me up to the hotel before that crowd
reaches?" he asked. adding: "I1l make
IL worth your while"
The reply effaced the necessity for
haste.
THE Inn auto will be down In a few
minutes. and you can 20 up in that.
Naught-seven brought Gov. Bucks and
the receiver and their party. and
they're going down TO Megilp. the min
ing camp on the other side OF the stats
line. They've chartered the tally-ho
for the day"
Ormsby waited, and little later was
whisked away to the hotel in the ton
neau Of the guests automobile Aft
erward came a day which was rather
hard to get through. Breakfast, a
leisurely weighing and measuring OF
the climatic, picturesque aud health
mending conditions, and tho writing
OF a letter or two helped him wea. out
the forenoon; but after luncheon the
time dragged dispiteously, and he was
glad enough when the auto-car came
to take him to the station for the even
Ing train.
AS II happened, there we're no other
passengers for the eastbound Flyer;
and finding he still had some minutes
to walt ormsby lounged into the tele-
graph Office. Here the bonds OF ennui
were loosened by the gradual develop
ment OF a little mystery. First the
telephone bell rang smartly. and when
the telegraph operator took down the
ear-piece and said "well?" in the i'm
perious tone common TO his kind. he
evidently received a communication
that shocked him.
Ormsby overheard but q meager half
OF the wire conversation: and the ey-
element, whatever its nature. was at
the other end of the line. None the
less. the station agents broken eiacu-
lations were provocative of keen in
| terest In a man who had been boring
himself desperately for the better part
| OF a day.
Caught him doing II, you say?
Great Scott Oh.
don't believe that. you know
yes - uh-huh Il hear. But
who did the shooting?" Whether the
information came or not. Ormsby did
not know. for at this conjuncture the
telegraph instruments on the table
set up a furious chattering, and the
i railway man dropped the receiver and
sprang to his key.
In an instant the telegraph opera
tor dashed out OF his bay-windowed
retreat and ran up the track 20 the
private car. In few minutes he was
back again, holding an excited confer
ence with the chauffeur OF the inn au-
tomobile, who was waiting 10 see II
the Flyer should bring him any fares
for the hotel.
Ormsby saw the chauffeur turn his
car in the length OF II and send II
spinning down the road and across
the line into the adjoining state: heard
the mellow whistle Of the incoming
train. and saw the station man nerv-
ously setting his stop signal; all with
no more than q mild desire to know
the reason for so much excitement
and haste-a desire which was content
to wait on the explanation Of events.
The explanation. such as II was. did
not linger The heavy train thun-
dered in from the west; stopped barely
long enough to allow the single passen-
ger to swing up the steps Of the Pull
man; and went on again TO stop a sec
ond time with a jerk when IL had
passed the sidetrack switch.
Ormsby put his head out OF the win
dow and saw that the private car was
TO be taken on; remarked also that
the thing was done with the utmost
celebrity. Once out on the main line
with car Naught-sevea coupled In. the
train was backed swiftly down to the
station and the small mystery OF hur-
ryings was sufficiently solved The
governor and his party we're returning.
and they did not wish to miss COZ
nections.
On this particular evening David
Kent's wrath-6re was far from need
ing an additional stocking. Once more
Miss Van Brock had given proof OF
her prophetic gift, and Kent had been
modify filling in the details OF the
picture drawn by her woman's intui-
ton. He had gone late to the house
in Alameda square, knowing that
Portia had dinner guests. And II was
imperative that he should have her to
himself.
"You needn't tell me anything but
the manner of its doing" she was
saying Il knew they would find a
way TO stop you-or make one. And
you needn't be spiteful at me-" she
added, when Kent gripped the arms
of his chair.
Il don't mind your saying I told
you So" he fumed. TITS the fact
that didn't have sense enough TO see
what an easy game was dealing
them. II didn't take Meigs Ave min
utes to shut me of"
Tell me about It," she said: and
he did II crisply.
THE quo warranto inquiry is lnsti-