Left End Edwards

ter, climbed to the last platform of the moving train. From there, much out of breath, they entered the car, pushed aside a curtain and sank on to the seats of the smoking

shouldered, slim-hipped body that spoke of the best of physical condition. He had a pair of light-brown eyes, a short straight nose, a nice mouth

and was lighter in colouring. His hair was several shades less dark than his friend's, although it, too, was

ression of gloom and resentment; on Mr. Stephen Edwards' countenance sat what might well be termed a scowl. And, after a minute, by which time the train had plun

deep sarcasm. Mr. Thomas Hall, returning the othe

elf?" he asked angrily. "It isn't my fault t

ire-engines. You said y

d wat

right under your eyes! I notice you m

up!" gr

ere in a parlour car and must pay twenty-five cents apiece to ride to Brimfield. Tom laid hold of his bag with a sigh, but Steve

s this was a parlour ca

eplied Tom bitterly. "Everybody in this pl

teve gloomily. More

certainly slick. I suppose when he told me to look at 'Four-Fingered Phillips' I sort of

d Steve contemptuously. "I wa

ve played the same trick if it had been

et he w

he window. They had the compartment to themselves, which

hings in it: pajamas, brushes and comb and collars and handkerchief

o-night," said Tom soothingly. "If

r?" asked Steve

I say, Steve, let's see w

asked Steve

's got yours

pair of lavender pajamas at which Steve sniffed sarcastically, a travelling case fitted with inexpensive brushes and things and marked "A. L. M.

. They were several sizes two large for Steve, but they might do if his trunk didn't come in time. "I suppose

e tossed the things back and closed it again. "It's a pretty good suit-c

ve them search the pawnshops. If the police don't find i

tting the suit-case back in its place. "After all I can buy new things for five

Steve, if you won't tell him how it hap

at

he didn't know

ou didn't, either," he added after a moment. "It wasn't your fault

m more cheerfully. "I mean you needn't go into particulars, you know

were waiting for the train. I guess five dollars will be

asked the porter, putting his head throug

here?" asked T

r. Want me to br

es had changed places from the boys' pockets to the porter's, the train was slowing

d with vines, and beyond it, across the platform, several carriages we

ys? Going up

ied Steve.

cents apiece.

u take them

in half an hour. Just

Steve, a look of uneasi

ot them?" aske

grimly, "but these are the transfer company's che

om disgustedly. "

ly. "I'll have the agent telegraph the numbers back and the

them to-night

ey'll be along first thing in the morning. Thank you, sir.

the President of the United States with this bag. Anyway," he added as he followed Steve

street, and beyond, across the right of way, the country seemed to begin. There were one or two houses within sight, set back amidst trees, and at the summit of a low hill the wheel of a windmill was clattering merrily. There were many hills in s

king," he added. "It's about a quarter of a mile from th

owers and divided from the road by neat hedges or vine-clad fences. Then there were a few stores clustering about the intersection of the present street and o

late," observed the dr

begin until to-morrow

noon, most of 'em on the train before this one. There was Prouty and Ne

ged it and the

there ain't another like it in the country. I been driving back and forth for nigh on twelve years and I know it pretty well now. Know lots o'

w. "That's fine," he said. "Yo

nce o' gettin' rich at this business, what with the high cost of feed and all. No, gen

slanting into their faces, casting long shadows. Now and then a gate and the beginning of a well-kept driveway suggested houses set ou

he said; and the boys

't it big!" m