Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-01-04


 \ ing away on either hand through yellowing level meadows. And now, above the roaring undertone of the cars. from far ahead fioated back the treble bell notes of the locomotive. There came gritting vibration of brakes. Slowly, more slowly, the cars glided to a creaking standstill beside a sun scorched platform gay with the bright futter of sunshades and sum- mer gowns.
 "Shotoyer! Shotoyer.' rang the far cry along the cars. and an absent minded young man in the Pullman pocketed the uncut magazine he had been dreaming over and, picking up gun case and vaise, followed a line of fellow passengers to the open air, where one by one they were engulfed and lost to view amid the gay confu- sion on the platform.
 The absentminded young man. how ever, did not seem to know exactly where he was bound for. He stood hesitating, leisurely inspecting the flashing ranks of vehicles-depot wag- ons, omnibuses and motor cars-alresdy eddying around dusty gravel drive centered by the conventional railroad flower bed and fountain. The long train moved out through the Septem- Der sunshine amid clouds of snowy steam
 The young man, gun case in cone hand, suit case in the other, looked about him in his good humored, lei- surely manner for anybody or any ve- hicle which might be waiting for him. His amiabe inspection presently brought bustinS bagsagemaster within range of vision. and he spoke to this official, mentioning his hosts name.
 'Lookin' for Mr. Ferrall:" repeated the baggagemaster. spinning a trunk dexterously into rank with its fellows. Say. one of MT. Ferralrs men was here just now. There he is over there uncratin' that there bird dog"
 The young mans eyes followed the direction indicated by the grimy thumb. A red faced groom in familiar livery was kneeing beside a dogs travelling crate attempting to unlock fl. while behind the bars an excited white setter whined and thrust forth first one silky paw. then the other.
 The young man watched the scene for moment
 Are you one of Mr Ferralls men:' he then asked in his agreeable voice.
 The groom looked up. then stood up.
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 Take these. I'm Mir. Siward-for Shotover House. dare say you have room for me and the dog too"
 The groom opened his mouth to speak. but Siward took the crate key from his fingers. knelt and tried the .ocE. It resisted. From the depths Of the crate 8 beseeching paw fell upon bis cuff.
 certainly. old fellow" he said sOothingly. "I know how yOu feel about it. snow you're in a hurry. md we'll have you out in a second. Steady. boy. Something's jammed. you tee. Only one moment now: There Tou are
 The dog attempted to bolt as the rate door opened. but the young man .aught him by the leather collar. and he groom snapped on a leash.
 Beg pardon. SOFT" began the room. carried almost OT his feet by he frantic cirrling of the doz-"beg ,zrdon. SOFT. but TIT be afther seein' if Iauy of Mfr. FerraITs men drove over or rog.~
 Oh. Are you not one Of Mir. Fer alTs mel
 ~Yis. SOFT. but hadn't amy orders c meet amy wan
 Haven't y0l anything here to drive ae Eny'
 '-Tfs. SOFT. TIT look fO see
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