The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-04-29
cnAprsn ONE.


Hao hoy on the box vas surfeited
KIM travel. CHANGING back over the
yoVlng top Of the coach. he had seen
n1lee upon miles OF hot dusty road,
Eo&Woen banked-up masses of forests
~ cultivated fields, dwindle to a mar
|cov thread OF yellow. Day after day
$)horo had been the same tiresome
q t80etition of noisy towns and sleepy
<0G0-road villages. each one very
\ ke the other and all having widely
k1i&erent appearance from that which
- conceived Benson would present,
4 The wonderful life of the road
varied and picturesque, no longer
0lsimed his attention. The black dot
~ mile distant was unnoticed. II was
" long line of freight wagons north
!. bound to some lake port, laden with
-bork. -four and hides. Presently,
these wagons would be passed by a
party of mounted traders, travelling
'oouth to Baltimore for supplies. with
Efheir sacks Of Spanish dollars loaded
upon pack horses. Next they would
tourney for little space with eattfe
DEALER and his men, who were taking
r. drove of Marine sheep across the
.otate to Indiana. But the boys curios-
~ had been more than satisfied; he
nd only to close his eyes to see
|u0AIn the vivid panorama of the road
~ the blaze OF that hot June sun.
y A they had changed drivers SO many
times he had lost all count OF them;
ma with the changing drivers a
Jy9oarisome succession OF passengers
:hoA come and gone; but today he and
<Ajp father rode alone upon the box.
That morning, the latter had told him
11hey would reach Benson by noon,
80 strangely enough his interest nag
IHod: the miles seemed endless-in-
Stexminable. He was sore and stih:
shio little legs ached from their cramp-
"a position and at last utterly weary
ne fell into troubled sleep, his head
RESTING on his fathers arm. and his
small hands. moist and warm. clasped
IDLY In his lap.
His father, grim. motionless. and
sprodiepCsed to silence, gave brief re-
spIloe to such questions as Mr.. Bart
LETT, the driver. saw At to ask--for
N. Bartlett was frankly curious. AS
~ said himself, he always liked to
know who his passengers were, where
'thnY came from, where they we're go
~ and II possible their business.
q Nov n they began the long descent
~ L6ndray's Hill. south Of Benson.
|Jlr. bartlett pushed forward his brake
handle and said, That's Benson
:ahead OF us, OF yonder where you see
The church spires; would YOU a
lhnowed Il. do you think
Instantly the man at his side who
Ihad been sitting low In his seat, took
\ more erect position, while sudden
Iight kindled In his dull eyes.
6 known IT." after rCment's sur
IY0y Of the scene before him. We'll.
4 guess not" There was palpable re-
oPot IN his tone. just touched by some
hidden emotion: q passing shade OF
feeling not anticipated. that moved
HIN.
81 81 allowed you wouldn't. Twenty
;8eoys makes . heap Of difference,
tat IT, Gives you q turn!" inter
Gotedly.
-wsli, sort Of" with gentle sad
q know how you feel. been that
NY myself" said the driver. Mr.
]SYtlett was short and stocky. with
g6y cheeks and great red hands. As
- who mingled much with the
world, he prided himself on his social
o6optability.
The stranger bestowed upon him
so1nnce OF frank displeasure. He felt
.yagneiy that the others sentiment
'Wne diatasteful TO him. It smacked OF
|puch fat complacency. At last he
I'D. "I'd about made up my mind
sfAnt \ wan't IN 49, n amin " here a
violent At Of coughing interrupted