Evening capital and Maryland gazette. (Annapolis, Md.) 1910-1922, 1914-02-14
sHIvERED TIE RECORD
ONE CONSOLATION LEFT TO VIC
TIMED PEDESTRIAN.
Effort Cost Hin Much, However, and
II Was Without Great Pleasure
That He Learned He Had Been
"Fooled, B'oosh."

tt was q typical old.fashioned coun-
Try store. The real native that goes
with such a place was seated on a
cracker box, clad In the old-time care
less country style. Another OF the
same vintage was engaging him--let
US call him Gray Whiskers--in heat
cd argument on election. The second
man in the course OF HIS remarks
said 'he was nigh onto eighty years
old' referring with pride to his war
record (He was mustered out al
Readville)
what time does the next train
leave here for Boston " briskly in
quired the writer
"Oh, about two hours or more they'll
be one. said Gray Whiskers.
The writer lost some OF his brisk
manner and expressed discomfort and
few other things.
At this point the veteran volun.
teered the information that a train
stopped at Sharon Junction In an
hour and the writer might walk there
and wait for t.
Holy smoke" howled the writer,
you expect me 70 walk four miles in
an hour? Couldn't do t."
Huh. four mile S nothin'; I've
walked It in three.uuarters Of an hour
an I'm eighty years Old" boosted the
veteran
Eyes. an I seen him do it and III
bet Sc he kin do It again" butted IN
Cray Whiskers.
Wen various remarks were passed
and the writer offered to cover all
bets, but there was nothing doing. It
was two o'clock sharp when the writer
left for the long journey down the
track the train was due at sharon
Heights about three or a little after
y wonder If that old rube could
make t." he pondered as he skipped
the ties There's Edward Payson
Weston, he was an old has.been.
reckon I'll try te make a little record
myself"
The day was fairly cool; little
oi the sun lent.its rays TO warm the
scene The sky was blue and walk.
ing fairly good One mile post after
another flashed by. Feverishly the
writer gazed at his watch; he was well
inside the limit. The last mile post
was dancing toward him, but what
difference in The atmosphere He was
stifled with the heat Hat in hand
and coat over arm he sped onward as
" the devils were at his heels.
At last the Journey was ended He
ell into q chair at the station and
Looked 40 his watch once more. The
veterans record was smashed to
atoms, done IN IS minutes. and the
tation agent there 70 prove Il. He
would hand II to those rubes. The
fact that his collar was shapeless
pulp and his clothes wringing wet with
the strenuous effort was nothing. The
record was broken. That was enough.
A few weeks passed and the Incl.
dent was forgotten. Lately, however,
the writer had occasion to visit Fox
boro again. He went to the general
store and sought Gray Whiskers and
the veteran. The proprietor was the
only one present Triumphantly the
writer told how speedily he had COW
cred those four miles.
The proprietor blew ont a wreath
Of smoke; IAN you took any stock in
,he talk Of those two fellers? Why,
they never walked more than 100
yards from this here store in years. i"
he said. AN that old veteran he's
All bunged up with rheumatism. I
guess ye were fooled bgosh."
The writer took a look at the time
table; he had an hour to wait, but
he took Gray Whiskers' place on the
cracker box and did not try to break
any more records