New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-03-02

You would have found us on the porch
with outstrctchcd arms, Magcc assured her.
II was On Kcndrick that Mrs. Quimby
showcrcd her attentions. and when the group
rose - seek the station, amid consultation
OF watches that recalled the commutcr who
rose at dawn 10 play tag with a iiippant
train. Magcc heard her say 70 the railroad
man in a heartfelt aside:
Il don't know as | can ever thank YOU
enough. Mr. Kendrick, Tor putting new hope
into DUMMY You'll never understand
what II means. when you've given up, and
your lie seems al done and wasted, 10 hear
that there's a chance left
Wont r. replied kcndrick warmly.
"Alrs Quimby, it will make me very happy
man TO give your husband his chance.
THE first streaks Of dawn were in the sky
when the hermits OF Baldpate filed
through the gate into the road, waving
goodby to Quimby and his wife, who stood
in their dooryard for the farewell Down
through sleepy little Asquewan Falls they
paradcd, meeting here and there tired man
with lunch basket in his hand, who stepped
TO one side and frankly stared while the odd
procession passed.
In the station Magce encountered an old
friend, he Of the mop Of ginger-colored hair.
The man who had complained OF the slowness
Of the village gazcd with wide eyes at Magee.
81 figured he said, that you'd come
this way again. Well must say you We put
little life into this place. II Id known
when saw YOU here the other night all the
exciting things you had up your sleeve Id
a gone right up to Baldpate with you.
But | hadn't anything up my sleeve,
protested Magee.
"Maybe,' replied the agent, winking.
"There's some pretty giddy stories going
round about the carvings on up at Bald
pate Shots fired, and strange lights flash
ing-doggone it, the only thing that's hap
pcned here in years and | wasn't in on it!
certainly wish you'd put me wise to It.
"By the way inquired Magce, did YOU
notice the passengers from here on the ten
thirty train last night?
"Ten-thirty,' repeated the agent. SAY,
what sort of hours do YOU think | keep a
man has TO get some sleep, even if he does
work for a railroad. | wasn't here at ten
thirty last night. Young Cal Hunt was on
duty then He's home and in bed now"
No help there. Into the night the girl and
the two hundred thousand had fled together,
and Magce could only wait and wonder. as
TO the meaning of that flight.
TWO dropping figures entered the station,
the Mayor and his faithful lieutenant
! Max. The dignity of the former had faded
like a flower, and the same withered simile
might have been applied with equal force to
the accustomed jauntiness of Lou.
"Good morning." said Magee in greeting.
"Taking an early train too, eh' Have
pleasant nightI'
"Young man. replied Cargan IF you've
ever put up at a hotel in a town the size of
this, called the Commercial House, you
know that last question has just one answer,
-manslaughter! | heard a minister say
once that all drummers are bound for hell.
If.they are, it'll be pleasant change for en-"
Max delved beneath his overcoat, and
brought forth the materials for cigarette.
which he rolled between yellow fingers. "lf
| was drummer" he said dolefully, zone
breakiast-was that what they called it,
Iim?-one breakfast like we Just passed
through would drive me into the awful habit
Of reading one of these here books of Drum
merS' Yarns"
Sorry" smiled Magee. 1--WE had an ex-
cellent breakfast at Mrs Quimby'S. Really,
you should have stayed. BY the way where
is Bland?'
SCOT shaky in the knees" said Cargan.
"Afraid of the reformefs. Amt had much
experience in these things, or he'd know he
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