Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1908-01-15
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E ONE I
.HE speed Of the train slackened.
A broad tidal river flashed into
sight below the tre;stle, spread

sight below the tre;stle, spread
i ing away on either hand
through following level meadows And
now, above the roaring undertone OF
the cars, from far ahead aoated back
the treble bell notes Of the locomotive.
There came a gritting vibration OF
brakes. Slowly, more slowly, the cars
glided to creaking standt'tiil beside
sun scorehed platform gay with the
bright n1ttet OF suhshad'ss and sum-
mer gowns. II
"Shotover! Shotover" 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 valise, followed line
of fellow passengers to the open air,
where one by one they were engulfed
and lost to view amid tie gay confu-
sion on the platform.
The abseatminded young man. how
ever. did. net seem to know exactly
where he was. bound for. He stood
hesitating. leisurely inspecting the
flashing ftnksl Of svehicles-depot wag-
ons, ,omnibuses and motoc cars-already
eddyinx around dusty, gravel drive
centered eby 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 one
hand. suit case in the other, looked
about him In his good humored, lei.
surely manner for anybody or any We
hicls which might be waiting for him.
His amiable inspection presently
brought q bustling baggagemaster
within range of vision. and he spoke
to this Official, mentioning his hosts
name.
..Lookin' for. Mr.. Ferrall?" repeated
the baggagemaster, spinning trunk
dexterously into rank with its fellows.
"Say, one Of Mr.. Fel'ralps 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 kneeling beside a dogs
travelling crate attempting to unlock
it, 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.
care you, one of NJ. Ferralrs menu
he then asked in his agreeable voice.
The groom locked up, then stood up.
{, "Yis, sorr."
''Take these. I'm Mr.. Siward--for
shotover House. I dare say you have
room for me and the dog too" I
The groom opened his mouth to
speak, but Siward took the crate key
from his fingers, knel and tried the
lock. 1t resisted From the depths of
the crate beseechlng paw fell upon
his cuff.
Certainly. old fellow" he said
soothingly. II know how you feel
about it. know you're in a hurry,
and we'll have you out in a second.
STEADY. boy! Something's jammed, you
see. Only one moment now! There
you are!'
The dog attempted to bolt as the
crate door opened, but the young man
caught him by the leather collar, and
the groom snapped on leash.
BEG pardon, Sort" began the
groom, carried almost off his feet by
the frantic circling Of the dog--"beg
pardon, sorr, but I'll be aftherseein' If
amy Of Mr.. Ferrall's men drove over
for you"
"Oh! Are you not one of Mr.. Fer
rails men"
''Yis, sorr. but i hadn't amy orders
to meet amy wall"
Haven't you anything here to drive
me IMP
''Yis, sorr. I'll look to see"-
The raw groom, much embarrassed
and keeping his feet with difficulty
against The plunging dog, turned to-
ward the gravel erive;5 where now only
a steam motor and depot wagon re-
manned AS. theys hooked the motor
steamed out. shonsing hoarsely. The
depot wagon followed, leaving the cir