The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1909-08-28

by thunder. but this thing has got
to be and will be looked intor' shouted
Mr. Bowser as he was crowded back.
mot stop at Violet Hill! WHY. the
man doesn't know what he is talking
about. I'd like to have him out OF that
cubby hole for about two minutesr'
"But the conductor will know all
about IT," consoled Mrs. Bowser.
"1f he don't I'll punch bis headT
The officials head was safe. When
asked to explain he said:
THE station at Violet Hill was
closed for lack of business. A con-
tractor was going to build fifty Villas
there. but he went broke"
But there are villas there"
Perhaps. I never looked ont to see.
You'll have to get Off at White Rose.
but there's always a man there with
n wagon. You can get good view Of
the country as you ride with him"
Mrs. Bowser was not In the least
disappointed. She had her mind made
up to failure right away after the
telephone message. She sat and look.
ed from the car window at the land
scape and Mr.. Bowser sat and grum-
bed and swore. A feeling was coming
over him that he was going to be done
up.
Offers Some Consolation.
ut may turn out all right" said
Mrs. Bowser as he grumbled away. "A
man who was surrendering everything
TO his creditors wouldn't deceive you.
Perhaps the railroad people shut up
the station TO spite him or something
of the sort"
Violet Hill was passed without any
one seeming to know II. The depot
building might have been taken for
tisherman's Fhanty. White Rose was
all right. though. There were seven
houses there. aud two cows were lying
asleep on the track. and the train had
to stop whether or no. The Bowsers
found n wagon aud two mules loafng
around. and when boy had found the
owner and driver Mr.. Bowser said to
him:
"How much viii you charge TO drive
us over to Violet Hill and backT'
"Any wai,ln' over there?" queried
the man.
Perhaps an hour"
lets see. There are two persons
of you. man and n woman. Tt's
three miles there aud back. and the
roads amt a bit good. You'll ask
questions all the way out and swear
all the way back. Well say So for tho
trip"
why. man. you are robberw
shouted Mr.. Bowser.
A Cheaper Arrangement
"Waal spose you don't GO over?
S'pose you gimme dollar to hear all
about It instead? Some prefers that
way. 1t saves your being bounced
around In wagon"
do you, mean that any one has
wanted to go over to Violet Hill this
summerT
Bout n hundred"
For why?"
ITO see Ocean Blue and then came
back"
"Um! Here's your dollar. What sort
of a villa or mansion or cottage is
Ocean BIue?"
ITS kinder farmhousy."
"And what river is It on?"
ITS on Jim Crow creek when there's
any water"
"And what about the grounds around
the house?"
That's where the old owner used to
raise frogs"
"why don't the trains stop there
now?
"No steady man to git on or OF. The
here first"
And what do the folks say whom
you drive over to Violet HIP"
They make things look mighty vio-
lety coming back, and most of them
pick a fight here Mt White Rose and
git licked before they take the train.
Is that all?"
That was all There was two hours
to wait In the depot, and the Bowsers
waited 1t was twelve miles back to
town. but they spoke no word on the
journey. Mrs. Bowser was almost
gone In her efforts TO prevent her lips
from saying, sold again." and Mr..
Bowser was figuring on the number OF
murders he would commit on the NOR.
row. He strobe into the house ahead
OF her. but turned In the hall to say in
low. tense voice:
MADAM. you have driven me to the
dead line at last. Tomorrow morning
you can 60 10 your mothers and wait
the divorce proceedings. You have
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