The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1911-03-14
CY
WHlTTAkER,S
PLACE
By JOSEPH c. LINCOLN
copyrifht, 1905. BY d. Appleton G Co,
BY JOSEPH c. LINCOLN
copyhGht. 1905. BY D. Appleton 9 Co.
CHAPTER II.

on" md the other is "Danl Web
ster," the horse which draws it. Both
are very ancient, sadly In need of up.
holstery and jerky Of locomotion.
Gabe was. as usual. waiting at the
station when the down train arrived
on the Tuesday or Wednesday Of the
selectmen's meeting. The train was
due, according to the time table, at
Has. 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.
The conductor stepped from the pas
senger coach Following him came
briskly a short, thickset man with
reddish gray beard and grayish red
hair.
"Goin' down to the village, misterr'
inquired Mr.. Lumley. Carriage right
here"
The stranger inspected the driver Of
the depot wagon, inspected him DELHI
erately from top to toe. Then he said:
"Down to the village2 Why. yes,
wouldn't wonder. Say, you're a Lum-
ley. amt your
why, why-yes, be! How'd you
know that2 Amt ever seen you afore.
have Ir
Guess not" with a quiet chuckle.
I've never seen you either, but I've
seen your nose. I'd know a Lumley
nose II run across 1t In China"
Tho nncoacsor % he u,,,tax, voaap
rubbed that organ in bewildered
fashion. Recovering in measure, he
laughed rather half heartedly and
begged to know II 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 his nose.
When he returned with the trunk on
the truck the stranger sprang into the
depot wagon with bounce that made
the old vehicle rock on its springs.
"JernshyW he exclaimed. "She rolls
some, don't she? Never mind; my bal.
last II keep her on an even keel.
Trunk made fast astern2 All right
Say, you might furl some Of this spare
canvas SOS l can take an observation
as we go along. Don't go so 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 carryall. Then he climbed
10 the front seat and took up the reins.
"Git up" lie shouted savagely.
Danl pricked up one ear, then hoof,
and slowly got under way. AS the
equipage 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 In there?" demanded the
stranger. "Who are those folksT
"Ceph Bakers tribe" was the sullen
answer.
Baker. hey? Humphl New folks,
presume likely. Used to be Seth
Shows house. that did. Where'd Seth
go tor
Gabe grunted that he did not know.
lie 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
posite nelghbor, the old Cy Whitaker
place.
Slowly, laboriously, Dan'l Webster
mounted the hill. At the crest he
would have paused TO take breath,
but the driver would not let him.
cit along. you'll" he commanded.
Mapping the reins.
And then Mr.. Lumley suffered the
shock of surprise. The hitherto
cool and self possessed occupant of
the rear seat seemed very much ex.
cited His big red hand clasped Mr..
Lumley's over the reins. and Dan'l
was brought to an abrupt standstill
"Heave tor he ordered sharply. and
the tone was that OF one who has Civ.
en- many orders and expects them to be
obeyed. Delay! Whoa, there! Great
land Of love, look at thatl Look at
It! Who did that?"
The mate to the big red hand point
ed to the front door of the Whitaker
place. Gabe was alarmed
"Done what? Done which, he
gasped. "What you talkin' about?
There amt nobody lives In there.
That house has been empty for
where's the front fenceT demand
ed the excited passenger whats be-
come of the hedge? And who put up
that-that darned piazza%
The piazza had been where 1t now
was almost since Mr. Lumley could
remember He FASTENED to reply that
he didn't know; he wasn't sure; he
presumed likely twas them New
Hampshire Howeses' when they ran
a summer boarding house,