Martinsburg statesman-democrat. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1906-1921, 1912-04-19
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Destiny and the eabu.
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Destiny and the 5abu.
Breaking suddenly upon the steady
drumming of the trucks, the prolong-
Cd and husky roar of a locomotive
whistle salutsd an immediate grade
crossing
Reused by this sound from his soil
tary musings in the parlor car OF
which he happened temporarily to be
the sole occupant, Mr. David Amber
put aside the magazine over which
Of the window. catching a glimpse of
woodland road shining white between
somber walls of stunted pine. Lazily
he consulted his watch.
ITS not for nothing he observed
peIsively, that this railroad wears
its reputation; we are consistently
late
His gaze, again diverted to the fly
Ing countryside. noted that it had
changed character, pine yielding to
scrub-oak and second growth - the
ragged vestments of an area some
years since denuded by fire. This,
too, presently swung away, giving
place to cleared land-arable acres
golden with the stubble Of garnered
harvests or sentinelled with unkempt
shocks of corn.
In the south a simmer of laughing
gold and blue edged the faded hori-
con
Eagerly the young man leaned for
ward, dark eyes tightening, lips part
ing as II already he could taste the
SAVIOUR of the sea
Then, quite without warning, a deep
elbow of the bay swept up almost to
the railway, it's surface mirror-like,
profoundly blue, profoundly beautiful.
II think" said the traveller softly
81 think it's mighty fine to be alive
and-herel"
He lounged back comfortably again,
smiling as he watched the wheeling
landscape, his eyes glowing with ex-
pectancy For his cares were negli.
gible, his content boundless; he was
experiencing, for the first time in
many years, q sense OF freedom akin
to that felt by schoolboy at the be-
ginning of the summer vacation. The
work of his heart and hand for little
time belonged equally to forgotten
Yesterday and an uncontemplated To
morrow; he existed only for the CON
6dent Today He had put behind him
the haunts Of men, and his yearning
for the open places that lay before
him was almost childlike in it's fer
vency; he would, indeed have been
quite satisfied II assured that he was
to find nothing to do save to play aim
lessly In the sun. But, in point of
fact, he looked forward to an employ
ment much more pleasurable; he was
off to shoot duck with his very dear
friend, Mr.. Anthony Quain of Tangle-
wood lodge, Nokomis, Long leland
Again the whistle bawled uncannily,
and the train began TO moderate its
speed. Objects in the foreground that
otherwise had been mere streaked
blurs assumed recognizable contours.
North OF the line string of squat,
square, unlovely frame" edifces,
aligned upon a country road, drifted
back. A brakeman popped head and
shoulders into the car and out again,
leaving the echo of an abrupt bark to
be interpreted at the passengers
leisure.
Slowly jolting across a rutted, dusty
road, the cars stopped. Amber. alight-
ing, found himself upon a length Of
boardwalk platform and confronted
by distressingly matter-of-fact wood
en- structure, combining the functions
Of waiting room and ticket and tele-
graph Offices. From its caves de-
pended weather-worn board bearing
the legend: "Nokomis"
The train, pausing only long enough
to disgorge from the baggage car a
trunk or two and from the day coach
es a thin trickle OF passengers, flung
on into the wilderness, cracked bell
cianking somewhat disdainfulY.
BY degrees the platform cleared, the
srstwhile patrons of the road and the
station loafers-for the most part hall
marked natives of the region-strag-
Cling of upon their several ways,
some afoot, a majority in dilapidated
Surveys and buckboards. Amber
watched them go with unassumed. in