The Hattiesburg news., 1910-02-05

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In view of what followed, this came
rather close to prophecy.
The trip west was without incident
l played bridge with furniture deal.
er from Grand Rapids, a sales agent
Tor Pittsburg iron firm and young
professor from an eastern college.
won three rubbers out of four, finished
what cigarettes Mcknight had left
me and went to bed about one o'clock
1t was growing cooler, and the rain
had ceased. Once, toward morning,
wakened with a start, for no apparent
reason, and sat bolt upright. I had
an uneasy feeling that some one had
been looking at me, the same sensa
ton l had experienced earlier in the
evening at the window. But I could
feel the bag with the notes. between
me and the window, and with my arm
thrown over It for security, lapsed
again into slumber. Later, when
tried to piece together the fragments
OF that journey, l remembered that
my coat, which had been folded and
placed beyond my restless tossing
had been rescued in the morning from
heterogeneous tumble Of blankets
evening papers and cravat, had been
shaken out with profanity and donned
with wrath. At the time, nothing oc
rI1rrad fn bat ~
writing to the Pullman Company and
asking them if they ever travelled in
/ their own cars. l even formulated
some of the letter.
IF they are built to scale, why not
take a man of ordinary stature as
your unit?" l wrote mentally. II can
not fold together like the travelling
cup with which l drink your abomina
BILE water"
was more cheerful after l had had
a cup of coffee in the Union station
1t was too early to attend to business
and lounged in the restaurant and
hid behind the morning papers. AS
had expected, they had got hold of my
visit and its object. On the first page
was a staring announcement that the
forged papers in the Bronson case
had been brought to Pittsburg. I'm
derneath, a telegram from Washing
ton stated that Lawrence Blakeley oi
Blakeley & Mcknight had left fol
Pittsburg the night before. and that
owing to the approaching trial of the
Bronson case and the illness Of John
Gilmore, the Pittsburg millionaire
who was the chief witness for the
prosecution, it was supposed that the
visit was intimately concerned with
the trial.
looked around apprehensively
There were no reporters yet in sight
and thankful to have escaped notice
paid for my breakfast and left. Al
the cabstand l chose the least dilapi
dated hanson could find, and giving
the driver the address of the Gilmore
residence, in the East end, got in.
/ was just in time. AS the cat
turned and rolled of, slim young
man in straw hat separated himself
from little group of men and hur
ried toward US.
Hey! Wait a minute there!" be
called, breaking into a trot.
But the cabby did not hear, or per
haps did not care to. We logged com
fortably along, to my relief, leaving
the young man far behind. l avoit
reporters on principle, having learned
long ago that l am an easy mark fol
| a clever interviewer.
| 1t was perhaps nine o'clock when
| left the station. Our way was alont
the boulevard which hugged the sid,
of one of the city's great hills. Fal
below, to the left, lay the railroad
tracks and the seventy times sever
looming stacks of the mills. The whit,
mist of the river. the grays and blacks
of the smoke blended into half-re
vealing haze, dotted here and ther,
with fire. 1t was unlovely, tremen
dous. Whistler might have painted 1
with its pathOs, its majesty, but h
would have missed what made It in
finiteiy suggestive-the rattle an(