The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1915-09-09

summer season. For another the
special train from the far South arriy-
ing at noon and bearing the first de-
tachment OF the inns guests, had for
one Of its Pullman passengers an
elderly gentleman with a strongly
marked Scottish face; a gentleman
with the bushy white eyebrows of age,
the long upper lip Of caution, the
dropping eyelid Of irasclbility, and the
bearing Of man of routine; in other
words, Mr. Andrew Galbraith, faring
northward on his customary summer
vacation which-the fates intervening
he had this time determined to
spend at the Wahaskan resort.
For a third item, It was at three
o'clock Of this same Wednesday that
Raymer came out Of Jasper Grierson's
bank with his head down and a cloud
on his brow; the cloud dating back
to an interview just closed, a short
and rather brittle conference with the
banks president held in Jasper Grier-
sons private room. with the president
sitting at ease in his huge armchair
and his visitor standing, quite desti-
tute Of ease. at the dest-end.
Raymers horse was snly short
half-square away. hitched in front Of
the WinnebagC house, and he went to
get IT, But at the instant of Uuhitch-
ing, Miss Griersons trap was driven
up and the untying Of knots paused
while he stepped from the curb to
stand at the wheel Of the modish equi.
page
you are getting to be as bad as
all the others" was the greeting he
got from the high driving seat You
haven't been at Mereside for an age
only once since the night you took Mr.
Griswold away from US. BY the way,
what has become Of Mr.. Griswold? He
doesn't show himself in public much
oftener than you do"
Il think he has been getting to work
on his writing" said Raymer, good
naturedly apologizing for his friend
He'll come down out of the clouds
after a little. ! understand he dimes
at Doctor Bertie's tonight"
The young iron founder was looking
up into the eyes Of beguiling when he
said this, and, being a mere man, he
wondered what made them fash and
then grow suddenly fathomless and
brooding.
when you see him, tell him that
we are still on earth over at Mere
sde,' said the magnate's daughter
pertly; and a moment later, as Ray.
mer was turning out Of Main street
into Shawnee. he narrowly missed run.
ming over a heayy.set man with a
dark face and dropping mustaches;
pedestrian whose preoccupation
seemed so great as to make him quite
oblivious to street crossings and pass
ing vehicles until Raymer pulled his
horse back into the shafts and
shouted.
One more small coincidence will
serve to total the items on the Wed
nesday page. II Brofiin had not
stopped to look after the man who
had so nearly run him down, he
might have been crossing Main street
in front Of the Winnebago at the pre-.
else instant when Miss Grierson, with
young Dahlgren In the second seat Of
the trap, came around the square and
pulled up to let her horse drink at
the public fountain.
"Who IS that Observation-Disclosures
man crossing over to the Winnebagc
house?" asked Miss Grierson Of her
seatmate, indicating Broffin with a
wave Of the whip, and skillfully max
ing the query sound like the voicing
of the idlest curiosity.
Fellow named Brofin. from Loulsi-
ana" said Dahlgren who, as assistant
editor Of the Daily Wahaskan, knew
everybody Says he's in the lumber
business down there, but, I doubt II,
said the carpenter, and shed bitter
tear"
Why do you doubt it?" querled
Miss Grierson, neatly ficking q fy
from the horses back with the tip Of
the whiplash.
"Oh. on general principles, | guess
You wouldn't say he had any Of the
earmarks Of a business man"
What kind Of earmarks has he
got?" persisted Miss Grierson-merely
to make talk, as Dahlgren decided.
Il don't know We we're talking
about bim at the club the other night,
and Sheffield-hes from Kentucky.
you know-thought he remembered
the name as the name Of moon
shine raider he'd heard Of down in his
home state"
"A moonshine raider? What is that?"
BY this time Miss Margery's curiosity
was less inert than It had been, or had
seemed to be, at first.
"A deputy marshal, you know; a
sort Of government policeman and de.
tectlye rolled into one. He looks It,
don't you think%
Miss Grierson did not say what she
thought, then. or later, when she set
Dahlgren down at the door OF his
newspaper Office in Sioux avenue But
still later. two hours later, in fact, she
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marched into Rome in 962 and forced
the pope to place the imperial crown