The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1939-09-30

couldn't wait.
81 didn't find him"
"But he said -. )" Cecily didn't
finish her sentence.
| Laura busted herself with the
mail she had brought from the
postoffee. Il got so hungry-we
had an early breakfast, If you'll
remember-that simply had to
stop and get myself a bite to eat.
Have you had anything?"
Cecily shook her head d. She
wasn't interested in talking about
food.
':He could have gone to some
other place, changed his mind.
Where else could he have gone.
Laura?"
Bangor" Laura said.
Bangor! What :. what do you
mean?"
Things don't look on the up and
up with him, Ceeily. I went to the
berry patch and he wasn't there.
1 kept on going, got a lift with the
meat man down the North road.
thought I'd leave a note at his
place"
go on"
"Well there wasn't anyone
| there. I banged on the door for
few minutes, found it locked and
went back to the road. l waited
for the meat man to pick me up
he said he'd give me a lift back
and when he came along he said,
| Nobody home back there, guess.
Young Teller took the train to
Bangor this noon.'"
Thanks" That was all that Co.
ely said.
In a little while she said, eff
you're going to stick around, I
think I'll go on home and get some
thing to eat"
Welter OF Confusion
WHEN Cecily Stuart left her
w shop, she was not going to
Darelea to get bite of lunch as
she said. She couldn't have got a
morSel past the lump in her throat.
The nectar and ambrosia of the
gods would have tasted like ashes
in her mouth.
The taste Of ashes was already
there. The inanimate dust of them
was in her heart. The gray film Of
them covered her mind, shutting
out all thinking processes.
Her mind was weller Of con-
fusion.
What had Locke to do with the
missing pin? He wasn't guilty of
stealing it! Yet he had gone away.
He had told her that he was going
berrying. Instead, he had taken q
train for Bangor.
| The memory OF his clear eyes,
his laughing mouth, his gay mock
cry, rose before her eyes. A man
like that couldn't do such thing.
But what did she know of man
like that? She knew him well
enough to love him, but she knew
nothing else of him. He came out
of the blue-Mr. Lochinvar-and,
for all she knew, he might have
been anything before he came into
her shop.
Raff1es. Tony had said, do /
look like Rafies?"
MIR. RaffleS was a smooth sort Of
person and Locke was smooth.
IF only Doug were here, he'd
know" she said to herself, think
ing that there was no one in whom
she could confide, no one to tell
her what he thought of Locke, no
one who knew him.
There was Laura
Cecily found her feet CARRYING
her not toward Darelea but toward
the railroad station. Perhaps the
meat man-whoever he waS-had
been mistaken. There were other
people who could have taken the
noon train.
The railroad station slumbered
in the mid-afternoon lethargy of
all small stations. There were no
signs of life in the dusty interior.
There were only two trains a day.
The noon train for Bangor and the
incoming train which arrived at
nine at night.
"Yoo-hool" Cecily called exper-
mentally.
Joe Wilson popped an inquisi-
| tive head through the baggage
room door, shifted his tobacco
| from one side of his mouth to the
other and touched his cap.
Amt nuthin' come fer you to-
day, Miz St'rt. Expectin' some
thin'?"
"Ye-es." Cecily said, glad for an
excuse for conversation. Maybe
it'll come tomorrow. How's bust
ness, Joe?"
Amt so good. Nobody travels
on trains no more. Seems like ev-
erybody com es to vickersport
comes in their ewn automobiles
and the rest of 'enn comes in
busses."
Nothing will ever take the place
of the train," Cecily pronounced
sententiouSly.
that's what tell 'en, but don't
make no difference, it seems"
There's been number of short
staying guests at the inn. Don't
they travel on trains?" She
thought: I'll lead up to it so that
Joe won't be suspicious.
Nope" he answered dolefully.
"Ain't nobody takin' the noon
train out of here in three days"
| Cecily's heart zoomed up in her
throat.
| "'Cepting tn e m high-falutin'
folks from Toronto come to visit
| Miz Brewster. They went off to-
| day"
| Goodness" Cecily CLICKED in
| her throat. ''How can the road af-
| ford to keep a station like this If
that's all the customers you have?"
i There was that other young
| feller. The one that has the Sober
son place down the North road"