Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1907-08-01

waiting, you scamp. / go to bed early
don't 1? Somebody goes out doesn't
she? These moonlight nights with
Pa at the store. and Aunt Electa sound
asleep were very convenient. eh?
Only she wasn't. 1t was a triGe chilly
peeking through the blinds. but it
paid. l knew you at the very first
glimpse. my boy. The wind was blow
ing my way when you said Saturday
night on the nine forty-fve. Rosie
You spoke too loud, son, under that
tree. I'll go. I'll fool you, and there's
gentleman at the station who is
wondering at the P. S. on a letter.
If Rosie is obliged to take a train
Saturday night, please look after her.
That tells nothing, but Joe will be on
hand. So will Electa Broom. Here
we are!" The horse stopped with
a jerk.
Climb in, Rosie, quick! Goodl
That's nimble. We've got to hurry
knew you wouldn't fail me. One
kiss you darling"
Aunt Electa submitted to the smack
with fortitude. Her veil lessened the
shock. She snuggled close to her vic
tim, with bowed head, for the light
nings glare might betray her. Her
heart beat wildly, as they dashed on
Far, far in the distance blew a faint
whistle. 1t was the nine-forty-fve.
There was no one in the tiny. dim
waiting room as she sank into the
corner seat, quite faint with the ex.
ertion of her part. Where was Joe?
Her nerves rallied as she heard her
companions sharp order at the ticket
window.
Two for Drasbury."
There was no clergyman at that be-
nighted village. No, nor a justice Of
the peace. Eleota gasped and tore on
her veil.
A fgureEslipped out to the platform.
1t was thest1d ticket agent-a shabby,
ancient Veteran. The woman heard
his shrilll call
III take your place now, Bell. Guess
the lady you was lookin' for is in
side"
AS the broad shouldered young fell
low stepped over the sill, the man,
counting his change at the window,
turned and beckoned to the corner
occupant
All aboard" he grinned, and stop
ped, blankly, shading his eyes, with
quick forward glide. Aunt Electa
stood up.
i guess you've made a mistake Mr..
Iarleton Blight" she said, clearly.
Il haven't though. You're remember
-
count OF sixteen silver spoons and
some worse things. Good looks and
slick tongue won't save a thievin'
rascal from a proper handling.
don't know where you came from, but
| do know where you're going, and
that's on this train with your two
tickets to Dragbury. Throw him on
the cars, Joe, or under the wheels"
And Mr.. Blight took his train as a
small boy takes his first dive. AS he
crawled to a breathing position, Bell
glanced approvingly at his heavy right
boot and smoothed the knuckles of
massive fist.
A bit Of white paste board lying
near the platforms edge caught his
attention. He picked it up.
Good for one day and train only"
was his grim comment 'Tn keep this
for luck"
IN drive you home" he said. mo
more trains tonight. Quincy can lock
up"
When Rosetta was reused from her
apathetic despair by a loud knock on
the door of her prison she did not
answer. For an hour the girl had wept
and ragged alternately. She had heard
the buggy halt Immediately to dash
along. With 1t had gone her dreams
OF luxury, of fine raiment and jewels,
the attractions of the great city where
Mrs. Blight should shine.
die some old woman.
"Rosettal" the strange ring in her
aCnt's tone compelled a reluctant re-
ply.
We'll, / Just wanted to say that /
borrowed your things and eloped to
the station with that moonshine hero
of yours. He felt very bad when Joe
Bell helped him on the train. Here is
the ticket he meant for you. I'll shove
it under the door. Joe and l will sit
up for your Pa. Come down when
you feel like it."
The key turned in the lock- Rosie
stopped for the card. The old woman
heard startled cry as she hurried to
the stairs.
In five minutes Rosie appeared at
the sitting room door. Her face was
white, her eyes blazing. She moved
softly to Aunt Electa, kissed her, I'M
pulsively. and drew back.
VIII you go to bed now?" she
whispered. live something to say
to joe"
Like a streak, child" smiled Aunt
Electa, departing with alacrity.