Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1907-03-29
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and these words, uttered in the big
clergyman's deep tones, seemed who'll
| ly plausible. There was, to be sure
nothing so unlikely as that Arthur
Pickering, executor of my grandfath.
er's estate, would come to Glenarm
without seeing me.
Sister Theresa told me this morn
ing he was there. He called on her
and Miss Devereux last night.
haven't seen him myself. | thought
possibly | might run into him in the
village. His cars very likely on the
station switch"
mo doubt we shall find him there
answered easily.
The Annandale station presented
an appearance of unusual gaiety when
we reached the main street of the
village. There, to be sure, Law the
private car in the siding, and on the
platform was group of 20 or more
girls, with several OF the brown-habit-
ed Sisters Of st. Agatha. There was
something a little foreign in the pic
ture; the girls in their bright colors
talking gaily, the Sisters in their SON.
Der garb lowering about, suggesting
France or Italy rather than Indiana
We stepped upon the platform. The
private car lay on the opposite side
of the station, having been switched
into a siding of the east and west
road. Pickering was certainly get
ting on. There is something wholly
regal In private car. Any one may
boast a catboat and call It a yacht:
but there is no known substitution for
a private car. AS | lounged across
the platform with Stoddard, Pickering
came out into the vestibule of his car.
followed by two ladies and an elderly
gentleman. They all descended and
began a promenade on the plank
walk.
Pickering saw me an instant later
and hurried up with outstretched
hand.
This is indeed good fortune! We
dropped off here last night rather IN
expectedly to rest hot box and
should have been picked up by the
early express for Chicago; but there
was a miscarriage of orders some
where and we now have to wait for
the nine o'clock, and it's late. If I'd
known how much behind it was
should have run out to see you. How
are things going?"
"As smooth as a whistlel It really
isn't so bad when you face 1t. And the
fact is I'm actually at work."
That's splendid. The year will 90
fast enough, never fear. suppose
you pine for a little human society
now and then. A man can never strike
the right medium in such things. In
New York we are all rushed to death
| sometimes feel that I'd like a little
rustication myself. | get nervous and
working for corporations is wearing
The old gentleman there is TAYLOR
president of the Mid-Western and
Southern, The ladies are his wife and
friend of hers. Id like to introduce
you" He ran his eyes over my cordu.
roys and leggings in amiable accent.
ance of my rusticity. He had not in
years addressed me so pleasantly.
Stoddard had left me to 90 to the
other END of the platform to speak to
some of the students. followed Pick.
ering rather reluctantly to where the
companions of his travels were pacing
to and fro in the crisp morning air.
AS soon as Pickering had got me
web under way in conversation with
Taylor, he excused himself hurriedly
and went off. as assumed, to be sure
the station agent had received orders
Tor attaching the private car to the
chicago express. Taylor proved to be
supercillous person. believe they
call him Chilly Billy at the Metropoli-
tan club,-and our efforts to converse
were pathetically unfruitful. The two
ladies' stood by. making no conceal
ment OF their impatience Their eyes
were upon the girls from st. Agatha's
on the other platform, whom they
could see beyond me. | had jumped
the conversation from Indiana farm
values to the recent disorders in Bull
garia, which interested me more, when
Mrs. Taylor, ignoring me, spoke alb
ruptly to her sister.
That's she-the one in the gray
coat, talking to the clergyman. She
came moment ago in the carriage"
The one with the umbrella? | |
thought you said"
Mrs. Taylor glanced at her sister
Warningly, and they both looked at |
ne. Then they detached themselves
and moved away. There was some one |
On the farther platform whom they |
wished to see, and Taylor, not under. !
their maneuver-he was real.
y anxious, | think. not to be left alone |
with me-started down the platform
liter them. following. Mrs. Taylor
Ind her sister walked to the end of |
ne platform and looked across, a bis
'ult toss away. to where Stoddard
stood talking to the girl ! had already
heard described as wearing a gray
'oat and carrying an umbrella.
The girl in gray crossed the track
quickly and addressed the two women
cordially. Taylor's back was to her
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