The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1911-01-26


been sold or even bid for One
IL is Gabe Lumley's depot wag
on" and the other Is "Dan'l Web
ster." the horse which draws 1t. Both
are very ancient. sadly In need of up,
holstery aud 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 10 the time table, at
I 1la5. 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 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
erately from top TO toe. Then he said.
"Down TO the village2 Why. yes.
wouldn't wonder. Say, you're Lum-
ley. amt your
why why--yes. ! be- How'd you
know that2 Amt ever seen you afore,
have ~
Guess not" with a quiet chuckle.
1--WE never seen you either. but I've
seen your nose I'd know a Lumley
nose II run across II in China"
The possessor OF the "Lumley nose
rubbed that organ in bewildered
fashion. Recovering in measure. he
laughed rather half heartedly 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 his nose.
When he returned with the trunk on
the truck the stranger sprang into the
depot wagon with n bounce that made
the old vehicle rock on its springs.
"Jerushyw he exclaimed "She rolls
some, don't she2 Never mind; my baiS7
last II keep her on an even keel
Trunk made fast astern7 All right
Say. you might furl some OF this spare
canvas SOS | can take an observation
az 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
to the front seat and took up the reins
''Git up!" he shouted savagely.
Dan'l 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. hey2 Humph! New folks,
Il loNu W bt ctNh
SHOWS house, that did. Where'd Seth
go tor
Gabe grunted that he did not know.
He believed Mr.. Snow was dead. had
died years before.
"Humph! Dead. hey2 Then l know
where he went"
Finally the newcomer leaned from
the carriage and gazed steadily up the
slope ahead And his gaze, strange
10 say, was not directed ut the inn
posing Atkins estate, but at its OPP
posite neighbor. the old Cy Whitaker
place.
Slowly. laborlously. Dan1 Webster
mounted the hill. At the crest he |
would have paused TO take breath. !
but the driver would not let him.
"Git along. your" he commanded. !
tapping the reins
And then Mr.. Lumley suffered the |
shock OF surprise. The hitherto |
the rear seat seemed very much OK |
cited His big red hand clasped Mr.. |
Lumley's over the reins, and Danl /
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 thatg"
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 What's be-
come of the hedge2 And who put up |
that-that darned piazza?"
The piazza had been where it now |
was almost since Mr.. Lumley could |