The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1915-07-29
BY FRANCIS LYNDE

"Gavltt-John Wesley Gavitt."
"All right; of with you" said the
liberator, curtly; and with that he
shouldered the sick map's load and
fell into line IN the ant procession.
Once on board the steamer, he fol-
lowed his file leader aft and made
II his first care 10 find a safe hiding
place for the tramps bundle In the
knotted handkerchief. That done. he
stepped into the line again, and be-
came the sick mans substitute in fact
It was toll Of the shrewdest, and he
drew breath OF blessed relief when the
last man staggered up the plank with
his burden. The bell was changing its
final summons, and the slowly reyoly-
ing paddle.wheels were taking the
strain from the mooring lines. Being
near the bow line Grlswold was one
OF the two who spring ashore at the
mates bidding TO cast of. lie was
backing the hawser out Of the last OF
It's half.hitches, when a carriage was
driven rapidly down to the stage and
two tardy passengers hurried aboard.
The mate bawled from his station on
the hurricane deck.
'Now. them Take a turn on that
spring line out there and get them
trunks aboard Lively"
The larger Of the two trunks fell to
the late recruit; and when he had set
It down at the door OF the designated
stateroom, he did half absently what
John Gavitt might have done without
blame: read the tacked-on card. which
bore the owners name and address,
written in a firm hand: Charlotte
Farnham. Wahaska, Minnesota
Thank you" said a musical voice
at his elbow. May | trouble you to
put it inside?'
Griswold wheeled as II the mild
toned request had been a blow, and
was properly ashamed, But when he
saw the speaker, CONSERVATION prompt
ly slew all the other emotions. For
the owner OF the tagged trunk was the
young woman TO whom, an hour or so
earlier he had given place at the pay.
ing teller's wicket in the Bayou State
Security.
She saw his confusion, charged It to
the card.reading at which she had sur
prised him, and smiled Then he met
her gaze fairly and became sane again
when he was assured that she did not
recognize him: became sane, and
whipped off his cap, and dragged the
trunk into the stateroom After
which he went to his place on the
lower deck with a great thankfulness
throbbing in his heart and an inchoate
resolve shaping itself in his brain.
Late that night, wheB the Belle Julie
was well on her way up the great
river he flung himself down upon the
sacked coffee on the engine room.guard
to snatch a little rest between land.
ings. and the resolve became sufficient
ly cosmic TO formulate itself in words.
IN call It an oracle" he mused
"One place is as good as another, Just
so II is inconsequent enough And |
am sure I've never heard Of Wahaska"
Now Griswold the social rebel was.
before all things else Griswold the i'm.
aginatiye literary craftsman; and no
sooner was the question Of his ud.
mate destination settled thus arbitrari-
ly than he began to prehgure the place
and its probable lacks and havings.
This process brought him by easy
stages to pleasant idealizings Of Miss
Charlotte Farnham, who was. thus far.
the only tangible thing connected with
the destination dream. A little farther