The Washington times., 1934-09-29


The boy was worried and angry
with himself. He talked all the
more gayly and lightly because Of
this, until a bend from which he
had hoped much as they ap
preached it showed wide wild
wood-crowned meadows canted up
ward where surely by now o con
crete travelled highway should
have been visible. Not much use
to brazen 1t out any longer, he
thought, and he said ruefully
1--WE ought to have gone back
when we found we were wrong
Sappy Of mel always was q sap
OF course we're hound to hit that
highway some time. If o Cal
would come along, we could flag
it. I'll bet you're about dead
walking all this way"
I'm not tired q Bit" she as
serted.
"You are, you must be. Listen
7 can't leave you here. But as
soon as we sight another house
you stop and rest, and I'll push or
and come back for you in the
car"
Cathleen thought she might be
tempted to do that. But the coun
try through which their unluckily
chosen road was winding seemed
quite unsettled. They passed ar
occasional deserted house. but nc
inhabited dwelling.
The only car that passed them
was going in the wrong direction
and packed full.
It was nearly dark when at last
they saw the lights Of cars on tine
highway. A few cars disregarded
nus signals, but the last slowed
down and took them in.
Seward leaned out Of the win
dow and peered along the side OF
the road. Tie lights Of the car in
which they Te,:e now riding should
catch his tail light. and he looked
for it confidently.
But they sped on and on and
still he did not sight the hoped-for
led gleam.
False Trails
There was nothing to be done
low but throw himself on the
mercy Of their obliging driver
Look here. sir, I've balled things
worse than thought. We ought
to have passed my car before this
I'll have to ask you-is there q
railway station anywhere along
here, do you know? Pretty much
out of your way, maybe, but we've
simply got to get back to town
tonight"
T don't know this part Of the
country very well myself" said
the driver. "but I'll see what ]
can do"
He stopped at the next garage
and asked the way to the nearest
railway station.
They reached the familiar OBJ
long block at last, family lit. be-
side O. double track. Seward got
out of the car and helped Cath
leen, very stiff, to her feet, and
they both thanked their Samar1-
tan warmly: the end of their
difficulties seemed In sight.
They went inside. The ticket
window was closed. But Seward
had seen o shadowy figure loaf
ing in the door Of the baggage
room, and went around there.
''When'S the next train to New
York;" he asked.
The station agent looked
around. 'Train to New York,
heyp There amt but one more
train tonight. and that goes to
Springfield"
Seward put all that he felt
into O brief explosion Of profan-
ity, "ThAt -, garage-man
down the road told us there was
one for town at eight some
thing!"
"He probIy didn't mean TO
mislead you," the agent said
mildly. "Tnat train don't run on
Sunday. that's all. You can 60
to Springfield. and get q train
there for New York"
when Is the Springfield train
due?"
''she pulls In at 9:47."
An hour to Springfield. And
Springfield was four hours from
New York! Add an hour from
Grand Central to Cathleen's
It was hopeless.
1--WE can drag around, travelling
all night, and I'd land you home
with the milk-unleSS that Spring
field train is q daily-except-Sun.
day joke too. I didn't think to
ask that! Maybe we could scare
up a car around her and drive
in-but we've been coming farther
from town all tina time We