The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1909-09-17


my appearance. Told me fatty that
could find her husband in his office
and turned me over to the butler who
hustled me out. Fine woman, but
little hard and little hasty."
Mrs. Cuthbert Marsh is one of the
queens Of society,"" said Johns wife.
well, I'm not one Of her subjects"
the old man chuckled.
She looked at him refectively.
Il don't understand you, Uncle BY.
ron," she said.
You'll understand me better If 1
stay here long enough" he cried and
chuckled again.
And then the door opened and John
came in. For a moment he didn't
notice the Old man in the high backed
rocker.
"The mystery deepens," he said.
Somebody at The Sutherland is wild
to find Uncle Byron; there are five
telegrams awaiting him at The Gros.
venor, and there seems to be a wild
impression that I'm concealing him
somewhere"
"Hullo, john" said the old man
quietly.
The younger man started.
Uncle Byron" said Johns wife
sudden laugh.
The old man put out his hand.
"How are you, my boy? Taken pos.
session, you see. Going to camp down
indefinitely. Fixed it all with Mrs.
John What do you think of an incu-
bus like that?"
A queer twinkle in the old mans
eyes caught Johns attention. Some
how he seemed drawn to this odd
visitor.
"You are heartily welcome, Uncle
Byron" he said. what Mrs. John
says always goes"
II took that for granted. She said
I was welcome and that was enough.
A little tc5 good for you." And his
eyes twinkled as he nodded toward
the young wife.
"Not bit Of doubt Of it," the young
man heartily agreed.
The old man drew a quick breath.
"You looked just like your mother
when you said that, John" He sighed
and was silent for a moment. THAT
seems a weary while ago. But there
i know more about you than you
think, my boy. Give me your hand
again. There are but two of my kin
left, and one of them-oh, well, let
that pass"
"And your kilograms, Uncle By.
ROM"
Never mind them. They will keep"
There was rap at the door. John
looked at his wife with q comical
smile. Then he turned the knob.
There stood a police officer in all his
panoply.
Good evening"" he said, as he
stepped across the threshold. He was
a fine looking officer, his gold badge
indicating the rank of captain. "AIy
errand can be briefly stated. I am
looking for an elderly man, by the
name Of Train, Byron Train"
"What's the charge, officer?" the
old man drily interrupted.
kidnapping" he answered. 1.-THE
party is supposed to have kidnapped
himself. A particular friend Of mine
who stands pretty high in the finan-
cial world is very anxious about the
matter and applied to me personally.
We learned that Mr.. Train had enter
ed this apartment house and l decid-
ed to follow the trail myself" His
gaze rested on the old man. "You
are Mr.. Train?"
yes"
"And you are all right?"
"All right, thank you, and very com.
Portable"
"Glad to know it," said the big cap
tain. Sorry to have troubled you.
Good evening all"
And he was gone.
John looked at Mrs. John and Mrs.
John looked at John, and they both
looked at the old man.
What a lot of meddling people
there are in the world" he chuckled.
"Oh, you are going to find me regu-
lar nuisance"
And then came another knock at
the door.
This time the caller was trim
! young man with keen, gray eyes. He
made a sweeping little bow as he en-
tered.
Good evening"" he said in q quick,
nervous fashion. II am looking for
Mr.. Byron Train"
'T am Byron Train" said the old
man.
Thank you," the young man said
with quick nod. II am from the
Daily Argus and the Argus would
like to know why the owner of the
famous Byron zinc mines and the
Byron silver mines and the Utah
Southern railway, and numerous 9TH
er noted enterprises, who has kept
his identity so long concealed, is in
the city"
That's very kind of the Argus"
said the old man. But l haven't
much for your readers tonight. I'm
looking the ground over. There are
several wildcat mining companies that
will do we'll to get under cover-com.