The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1913-11-20

~ IL GaDe Lumleys depot Wng
on" and the other Is "Dan'l 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, ut
Has. A cloud OF white smoke bill.
lowed above the clump OF cedars ut
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 villagel Why. yes.
wouldn't wonder. Say. you're a Lum-
ley. amt your
"why. why-yes. ! be! How'd you
know thatf Amt ever seen you afore.
have ~
Guess not" with a quiet chuckle
Tive never seen you either. but I've
seen your nose. I'D know a Lumley
nose II ] run across Il In China"
The possessor OF the "Lumley nose"
rubbed that organ In a bewlldered
fashion. Recovering In a 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. stlli rubbing his nose.
When he returned with the trunk on
the truck the stranger sprang into the
depot wagon with u bounce that made
the old vehicle rock on Its springs
Jernshy" he exclaimed she rolls
some, don't she? Never mind; my bal
last u keep her on an even keel
| Trunk made fast astern? All right
Say. you might furl some Of this spare
canvas SOS ! can take an observation
as we go along. Don't go 50 fast that
the scenery gets blurred. will your
It's been some time since | made this
cruise. aud Id rather like to keep a
lookout"
The driver "furled the canvas"-that
is. he rolled up the curtains at the
sides Of the carrynii Then he climbed
to the front seat and took up the reins.
"Git up" be shouted savagely.
Dan1 pricked up one ear. then u 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 thereT" demanded the
stranger. who are those folksr
"Ceph Bakers tribe" was the sullen
answer
Baker. hey1 Humph! New folks.
presume likely. Used to be Seth
/ BLOWS mousse, tuut ulu' Whei'u Sc'h
go tot"
Gabe grunted that he did not know
lie believed Mr. Snow was dead. had
died years before.
"Humph Dead. hey1 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 al It's op
posite neighbor. the old Cy Whitaker
place
Slowly. laboriously. Danl Webster
mounted the hill Al the crest he
would have paused 10 take breath
but the driver would not let him.
"Git along, you!" he commanded.
tapping the relns
Aud then MIR Lumley suffered the
shock OF surprise. The hitherto
cool aud self possessed occupant OF
the rear seat seemed very much AZ
cited Iiis big red hand clasped Mr.
Lumley's OVER the rrins. and Dam
wes brought 10 an abrnpt standstill