The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1911-06-08

at the ticket window and awaited his
turn. He felt that the eyes Of the
who'd world We're upon him, and he
knew that this was the very proudest
moment of his life. Suddenly he bent
down to recover the glove which had
dropped from his hand, and Mt the
same instant the man ahead swung
quickly around, bringing the corner Of
heavy suit case in violent contact
with Quintin's head
II beg your pardon." said the stran.
ger as he returned Quintin's fallen hat
II hope you are not hurt"
"That's all right" said Ouintn thick
~, staring daZcdly ut the man Gave
me Il confoundcd headache. you know"
At the ticket window the man asked
him twice before Quintin gathered
himself together sufficiently to reply.
One NIirallorcs, he said. pushing
some money across the counter.
When the train pulled out he was
comfortably mapping in his seat
The conductor aroused him to punch
his ticket and thrust the pasteboard
in convenient place, and Quintin
nodded off again, conscious that his
head was aching splittingly and that
so far as he was concerned the eX-
press might go on and on forever
until it reached the end of the world
and then drop off into space Ouintn
did not know that these fantastic
thoughts We're Il legacy of the blow
he had received that evening He knew
only two things. One was that Cynthia
Dewbury lived at Mirailores and that
his ticket bore the name of that beau
;tiful residential city
Quiutin's people also lived ut Mira
dorcS. aud tor years it had been his
habit to run down there every Satur-
day afternoon for the week end 1t was
an hour out of Now York and the first
stop made Ivy tho limited express
'MirHtiorcS MrntlorcSm sounded
from either cnd of the car. and. only
half awake. Quiuiin aroused himself
and dragged down his suit case, got
into his oy"rcoat. iammcd on his hat,
and. quit" unconscious of the many
eurinns Glnnro% shot after him by his
fellow travellers who got off at the
same station. he lief, the train and
walked through tho station to the oi>-
iooSite aiir. where he boarded a trolley
car for His fathers; house
Tho car was Of an obsolete tvIe. and
as The little conveyance iggrd along
the track It's rocking motion nccentilat-
ed Quintin's rarliin@ hcAlIlc.e He
had only confused recollection of the
happenings of th" day, hut he conld
piece together y few facts. the rrinci-
pai one Of which was that something
very unnS'lal had occurred which had
nov slipped his mind altogether An
othcr ma't"r that worried him was the
idea that hn had left something be-
hind Over and over again la counted
his belongings They we're easily Gnu
meratrd his suit case, umbrella. and,
confGund it. what was that other thing
With ia oon'u NOT rrmnnihcr?
'''' "'''' ''''''' ,'''''" ''i'' hi'lteu
prov. ''''zz'''s oyer IN" matter with
growing '""''f,l"h ''at ne would not
soiv" the problem until some.lln.
cleared @WaH IN" confusion in his head.
When 10 arrived homo he would CAT
mis- sister Amy to prrpar" a bromo self
ger nothing 'lE" that Stu'f for knock
ing ont hoadaF'l"-
Old Martha admitted Dick 0nintin
to his fathers house. ANA, beyond the
first incrrd'l'ous star" into the empty
darkness behind ia" young man, he
Showed no sign Of surprise at his
masters return
Whore is my father, Martini" de-
mandeA Dick rs he turned his lug
gage over I" tie butler
IN he library, Master Dick" said
the servant. throwing open the door
of Mr.. QHintln's spacious private room
Is the loor closed behind Dick two
Torms arose from the high backed
chairs oa eitLe2 sile n the wide
hcarth 0na 7;as his father, staring