The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1910-01-20

was the break up of the life that had
grown dear to many of these virile
young men, but in the demands and
the hustle of the parting hours un-
pleasant reminders we're kept in abey-
ance.
A student of the senior year emerg-
ing from one of the gray old dormi-
tories almost ran into a classmate
who was hurrying by.
"HIllo, Foster"
Excuse me, Craig. / didn't notice
where / was going"
whats wrong, old chap?"
He was a good fellow at heart, this
Craig in spite of his fathers money
and the spelling influence of doting
mother and sister.
John Foster looked around.
Nothing really serious. Just a
disappointment"
Craig fell into step beside him.
II need a little violent exercise my
SELF" he said. (Which way?"
ITO the telegraph Office
"Brownlee told me something
about an engineering job you hoped
to get. Has this something to do
with it?"
"Yes. They have wired me to
meet the chief engineer OF the line in
Chicago tomorrow. He's making up
party to look after their Arizona
extension
"Just what yor wanted, isn't it?"
"Yes. I'm very glad to get the
opening"
And everything Is all right at the
college end of the line, isn't ito"
"Oh, yes. The dean knows all
about it. He has given me letters of
Introduction to several people,"
when do you start?"
"This morning"
''Too bad you miss the show, but
that isn't all that's bothering you, is
1t? Need any money!"
NO." Foster replied quickly.
"Thats all right, then. It's the
only paneca for trouble that know
anything about. Can't help you in
some way?"
They had not been at all intimate,
these two. John Foster was boy
with his way to make in the world,
boy of very limited means. He
had little time for amusement and
could afford few friends. Arthur
Craig was the only son of Million
aire. Life to him was largely play.
His set was the liveliest and most ex-
elusive in the university. There was
really nothing in common between
the two fhaip al 60
same alma mater. Once when an un-
usually severe examination in a study
that had especially bothered Craig
was close at hand, Jim Brownlee had
brought John Foster up to Craig's
rooms, and they had put in several
evenings together to such good ad-
vantage that Craig stood the test in
q really commendable way. He had
offered to recompense Foster for his
services and had been emphatically
repulsed.
Foster looked round at Craig with
quick smile.
THANK you," he said. I'm afraid
II Isn't anything you could remedy.
Ia better explain. I'm worrying
about my uncle David. You see he
Is TO be here to-day. All through
my four years he's been looking for
ward to commencement week, and to
being here with me during the last
days at the old school. 1 can't tell
you how much l owe to Uncle David.
He's taken care of me since | was a
child of three. He sent me here.
You can't understand what that
means. He's only farmer but mod
erately successful. Yet he has con-
triyed to send me here and to send
my cousin Heien-another orphan
10 Vassar. Now he's coming to pay
me that long expected visit--and l
cant even be here to greet him when
ne arrives. And counted SO much
on showing him around"
That's too bad" said Craig. SYM
pathetically. He paused for a mo-
ment. See here, old chap" he cried
let me look after your Uncle David. !"
''Youi"
"Why not? I'm foot loose. ri
haven't anybody coming. Mother and
aus are In England with my mar
ried sister. Lady Heathcote. Dad ia
In San Francisco. My time is my
own. You trust Uncle David with
me. ! don't get chance to do any-
thing decent very often. Let me have
this one."
Foster looked at him doubtfuIly.
my uncle is a plain man, a man
OF simple tastes" he said.
mot another word" cried Craig
Tell me how to identify him, and |
what to say to him when / meet |
him."
"This 10 very good of you, Craig, /"
said John Foster. little brokeniy.
And he put out his hand.
Arthur Craig was ON the station
platform when the 1880 train from
the north came In. There were quite |
n number Of passengers to alight, but
presently he fancied he saw the man
he wanted. He was tall, slender
man who stopped little. a plain fea-
tured man with gray hair and a short
gray beard. His clothes were gray,
too. and 30 was his soft hat. and he
carried an old fashioned leather trav-
cling bag.
As he stepped TO the platform he
looked about induiringly.
Arthur Craig came forward.
sMr. David RIvington. believe?"
"Yes," responded the old man. II
AM David Rivington"