Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-09-06
give Dolly credit for holding it for nv
consecutive days

give Dolly credit for holding it for five
consecutive days.
1t was just before 7:30 when I reached
the Winton station, but the New York
train was late and there was nothing to
do but to possess myself with patience
until its arrival. Hutton was in his
cubbyhole inside the bow window and
seemed to be doing a thriving business
for Winton In the ticket and telegraph
trade. so I made myself comfortable on
the bench.
The sun had set and the sky was a
deep. dull red above the lonely stretches
of marshland which 1 faced. The frogs
and crickets Wed with one another in the
amount OF monotonous noise they could
yield. and above that came the occa-
sional roar OF the surf as IL beat on the
stony beach at the foot OF the MARSH
lands. ] was glad when Hutton lounged
to the window.
This has been what you might call
workin'," he observed. affably, "'taint
ofen We do rush business like this
What's the cause today"
"Oh; the Methods folks up at Clinton
vile had a picnic to Beverly. and they
had to come and go by Winton. You ex-
pectin' somebody
Yes; the man who went away on
Monday. Your boy brought me a mes
sage"
"Ohr' Then after a pause: at never
could see why folks comm from N Yo'k
or goin'. there sh'd ever go by Winton
when the line that goes through Beverly
Is SO much faster and no change"
We'll, dare say the hour Of starting
has something to do with it,
Hutton stared at the uarshlands alb
stractedly; then he began to chuckle.
There's the queerest old chap comes
my age. I sh'd say, and I'm past sixty.
can't think where he comes from. for
nobody over village way knows him or
has seen him SO far s I've found out. an
usually he pops right up on the platform
here as 4 he come up through the BIDS.
/ s'rpose he gets around the depot quiet
like before j see him.. But this time he
come at noon-this noon just as the train
was movin' out. Gosh. IL that old Teller
didn't run and grab onto the tail end of
the train and jerk himself up. First
was scared. an then LATED an LATED so
could scarcely lock up an go home.
You wait till he comes aroun' again. /
guess I'll have some fun with him."
Pretty spry for an old mani"
You bet! I'd kinder like to know who
he Is and where he comes from. He's no
farmer nor countryman. Yet them two
trains, the noon one and this a-comin' in.
don't touch anywhere but villages after
Hartford"
Doesn't Il connect with Boston train
at Lewis Junction-this train. / mean?
Wall. yes. and that's where he says
he goes. asked him once: He acted
kinder mad Boston, says he sharp as
q knife an dassent say any more then.
But I didn't b'iieve him. Nobody that
can get to Beverly comes here to take
q Boston train Some time I'll ask the
|conductor-if ever l get a chance. You
see, the old chap never bought ticket o.
me-"
What does he look like. this old man?"
asked.
We'll. he's q little more hunched In
the shoulders than / be. but he's about
the same height and his whiskers all
over his face il gray.
vision of a man coming toward me
from the chiefs room as / sat at my
desk in the reporters corner suddenly
floated before my eyes.
HAS he blue eyes. very light blue
eyes?" I asked. involuntariiy. and q
forid skim"
Hutton regarded me with surprise.