Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1911-03-23


ter" the horse which draws 1t. Both
are very ancient, sadly in need of up
hostery and jerky of locomotion.
Gabe was, us usual, waiting at the
station when the down train arrived
on the Tuesday or wednesday of the
selcctmen's meeting. The train was
due, according to the time table, at
HAD. a cloud of white smoke bill
lowed above the clump Of cedars at
the bend of the track. Then the loco
motive rounded the curve and bore
down upon the station.
Tho conductor stepped from the pas
senecr coach. Following him came
briskly a short, thicksct man with a
reddish gray beard and grayish red
hair
Coin down TO the village. mister"
inquired Mr. Lumley Carriage right
here"
The stranger inspected the driver Of
the depot wagon. inspected him DELHI
eratcly from top to toe. Then he said:
down TO the village? Why, yes.
wouldn't wonder. Say, you're a Lum-
ley, amt youT"
Nv n.y. why-yes. I be. How'd you
know that? Amt over seen you afore,
have ~
Guess not" with quiet chuckle,
i've never seen you either, but I've
seen your nose I'd know Lumley
nose If | run across it in China"
The possessor of the "Lumlcy nose"
rubbed that organ in a bewildered
fashion. Recovering In measure, he
laughed rather half hcnrtedly and
begged to know If the trunk, then be-
ing unloaded from The baggage car, be-
longed to. his prospective passenger.
As the answer was an affirmative nod,
he secured the trunk check and de-
parted, still rubbing bis nose.
When he returned with the trunk on
the trucl; the stranger spranE into the
depot wagon with bounce that rlAde
the old vehicle rock on It's springs,
"Jernshy" he exclaimed "Shc rolls
some, don't she? Never mind; my bal
last II keep her ON an even keel.
Trunk made fast uetcrn? All right
Say, you might furl some Of this spare
canvas SOS | can take IN observation
as we 20 along. Don't so 50 fast that
the scenery gets blurred, will you?
It's been some time since | made this
cruise, and I'd rather like to keep a
lookout"
The driver "furled the canvas'-that
is, he rolled up the curtains at the
sides of the car"Eall. Then he climbed
TO the front seat and took up the reins
Cit upr be shouted savagely.
Danl pricked up one ear, then hoof.
and slowly got under way. AS the
equlpage passed the Baker homestead
the whole family was clustered about
the gate, staring at the occupant Of
the wagon. The stare was returned.
"Who lives il there;' demanded the
stranger "WhJ are those folks"
"Ceph Bakers tribe" was the sullen
answer.
"Bakcr, hey? Humph! New folks,
l presume likely. Used to be Seth
shows house, that did Where'd Seth
so to-"
Gabe erunted that he did not know.
He believed Mr.. Snow was dead, had
died years before.
"Humph. Dead, hey? Then know
where he went"
Finally the newcomer leaned from
the carriage and gazed steadily up the
slope ahead. And his gaze. strange
to say, Was not directed at the i'm
posing Atkins estate. but at its OPP
Dosite ueighbor. the old Cy Whitaker
place
Slowly. lahorioJslv. DanI Webster
mounted the Hill. At the crest he
would have paused to take breath
hit thp driver would not let him
Gil along. vour he commanded
flaming the reins.
And then Mr. I.umlev suffered the
shock of surprise The hitherto
cool and snlf rossessod occunont q.
The roar sna seemed worry much OK.
cited His BIC red hand clasned Mr.
T.r,olov's over tba rains ond DAM
was brought 70 an ebrun+ standstfIl.
"He7va TOR bo ordered shornlv and
thn tone vos +rat ~ ono who has o,r.
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