The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1922-01-18
By
Booth
Harrington
Copyright. 1871
b. the Boil Syndicate. Ina

| placed the shattering news within hla
hand Noble had changed his shoes
and his tie. He was but a mechan.
ism; he had no motive. The shoes hi
put on were no better than those he
took of: the fresh tie was no l0veIier
than the one he had worn; nor had u
even the lucidity to be a purple one.
as evidence Of grief. Ne; his action
was, II 80 viewed, "crazy." as Aunt
Fanny had called It. Agitation first
took this form; that was all. Love
and change Of dress are closely allied ;
and in happier times when Noble came
home from work and would see Julia
in the evening he usually changed his
clothes. No doubt there Is some faint
tracery here, too indistlnct to repay
contemplation.
When he left the house he walked
rapidly downtown, and toward the
end Of this one-mile journey he ran {;
but as he was then approaching the
railway station, no one thought him
eccentric. He was, however; for
when he entered the station he went
to bench and sat looking upward
for more than ten minutes: then rose
and went to q ticket-window and aske'
for 4 timetable.
"What roadT' the clerk inquired.
"All points SOUTH" said Noble.
He placed the timetable, still fold
ed, In his pocket, rested an elbow on
the brass apron Of the window, ard
would have given himself up to re.
Elections. though urged to move away.
Several people wishing to buy tickets
had formed a line behind him and
they perceived that Noble had nothing
more to say to the clerk. The latter
encouraged their protests, and even
went SO far as to exclaim, For
heavens sakel Can't you let these
folks buy their ticketsT And since
Noble still did not move: my gosh.
haven't you got no feet?"
"Feet? Oh, yes" said Noble gently.
I'm going away" And went back to
his seat.
After a while he sought to study
his timetable. Ordinarily, his mind
was one Of those able to decipher and
comprehend railway timetables; he
had few gifts, but this was one Of
them. 1t failed him. now; and he
wandered back to the ticket window,
and, after urgent coaching, eventually
took his place at the end instead Of at
the head Of the line that waited there.
In his turn he came again to the win
dow, and departed from it after q
conversation with the clerk which left
the latter In unconscious accord with
Aunt Fanny Atwater's commiserating
adjective. though the clerks own pity
was expressed In argot. "The poor
nut J" he explained to his next client.
Wants to buy a ticket on q train
that don't pull out till ten thirty-five
tonight; and me film It all out.
stampin' 1t and everything, what for!
Turned out all his pockets and
couldn't come nearer'n eight dollars
short o. the price! Where you want
to goY
Noble went back to his bench and
sat there for a long time, though there
was no time long or short for him.
He was not yet consciously suffering
greatly; nor was he thinking at all.
True, he had dim, persistent impulse
to actfon-or else why should he be
at the station?-but for the clearest
expression Of his condition 1t is neces-
sary to borrow culinary symbol; he
was Telling. The state of shock was
slowly dispensing while a perception
OF anguish as slowly increased. He
was beginning to swallow nothing at
intervals. and the intervals were grow.
ing shorter.
CTO BE CONTINuEDN