The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1909-02-24

YXYIAS you carlatin' to buy one
In" Of them turnovera bubr
casually inquired Mr.. Clark.
- ceasing to gaze at his
olooming boots, which were planted
ognintN tho bulging center Of the alta
~ stove. and turning toward the
~ at the lunch counter.
Ties. sir" said the boy. He had
onkon on one worsted mitten and held
= ovs cent piece. clutched tightly In
- rsd 6st.
Xhe station agent wrapped the pas
. ~ in piece Of newspaper and hand
- it to h1s customer.
N bog. . youngster Of about twelve
1oan of age. with a frscfIed face and
= pair Of bright gray eyes. took his
o1rnover'' to the settoe In the corner
- the waiting room and began to eat
8o had On . worn cloth cap with an
oGeachment that could be pulled down
- cover the ears and shabby over
eat Of mans size. very much too
ngBo for him. A he munched the
uEoay crust and the thin layer of
eovaporAted" apple he looked around
- With interest
Ios station itself was like the aver
~ railway building on Cape Cod.
Uzc<pt for the sign "Harniss" that
0Dig outside Il might have BEEN the
- ton at Welimouth. which be had
aoD9n 20 often. Battered lettess
nz(0nd the walls; autographs of
uoSamers time tables and year old
-onaouDcements Of excursions and coun.
W fairs hung above them; biz stove
ut IN . box OF sawdust--all these
Gup the regulation fixtures. Regula-
14a also were the ''refreshments" ON
- counter at the ide-"turnovers'' ar.
DunlUed cobhouse fashion under glass
1DVor. With q dinsy ''washlngt0n'' Die
n11or another cover and Jars Of strip
- stjek candy. with boxes Of '.jaw.
oNeteeJr and similar swestmsats be-
0Uson-
lt was showing hard, and In the
90 g The winter evening the 6akes
UU&lod agninnt tl,e windowp a. II un-
ouu Old ladies h starched summer
ovgns wsr0 shivsring In the storm and
A1uWdiug TO get peep within. The
- ln he shut whiting room smellsd Of
- seove. sawdSlst. wet clothing and
-. Clark's cigal;. To this collection
- perfumes wAs presently added the
04R o. keroeene c. the station agent
ehe Bio lampe tn their brackets on
-, wall.
4f0m outside came the sounds Of
NNoklnG whfsss and stamping horses.
~ stamping mufied by the snow
Wo3ch covered tho ground.
xha door opened. and a big man with
= 4aes az which gray whiskers and red
DGo were the most prominent features
ocnne stamping and pufing into the
uotu. He 5erked OF pair Of leather
urveo, playfully shook the CONCEALED
04ntuo from them down Mr.. Clark's
Uck inside bis collar. tossed q long
UlAlp into the corner and. holding his
GDread fingers over the stove, began to
~ whoa. Emmar' with enthusiasm.
Mr. Clark. being too busy clawing the
1nooting snow from his neck to open q
oonversation. Mr.. Bodkin observed:
Hello. Barney Small! How's the trav'l-
6f Have rough time drivln' overY"
oh mIddlin'. middlin'." replied the
river OF the Orham stage. unbutton-
~ bis overcoat and reaching for his
Uope. but this earth's q vale Of tears
onydow, 20 what's the odds so longs
you're hnppy. Hello. Danr' The last
ehoated greeting to the station agent In
~ little room. whose answer was a
Wuve OF the hand aud sidelong nod
-ocross the telegraph instrument.
whats doIn' over In Orham. Bar
ney7" inquired Mr.. Clark.
~Prissy and Tempy's adopted a boy"
The agent evidently was interested.
-The old maidsY'
-Yup. the old maids. s'pose they
come to reelizc that they needed q man
sround the house. but as there want
- bids In that line they sort of CON-
,gs0missd ON Q boy"
4-~Iou don't mean the Allen old maids
&hat 1--WE down on the lower road do
yonr' asked Mr.. Bodkin.
'-Sartin. I said the old maids, didn't
~ There's plenty OF single women In
Orham. but when you say the old
Dsids' In our town everybody knows
you mean Phssy and Tempy."
y what about the boy. Barneyf" said
the station agent. coming into the
waiting room.
why" said Mr.. Small, 'its this
way; Seems that Prissy and Tempy's
father. old Cap'n D'rius Allen-he's
beeu dead six years or more now--had
. piece name of sophia. that married
Cap'n Ben Nickerson over to Well
mouth. Cap'n Ben and his wife had
one son. think the boy'sA names
Brudley. Anyhow Cap'n Ben Ind his
wife was drowned or the Portuguese
coast two years ago when Ben's bark
was lost Maybe you remember? Well
the boy was left nj home thar vovacc