Life — August 2, 1906 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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seemed like an eternity since he had said good- s ago. He couldn’t train from town, not even announcing in advance his coming. “Why, yes,” he said slowly. ‘I suppose so.” 'd came over the boy’s face: Evidently || ‘ | something troubled him. Holton, on the watch for signs of any sort that might give him an idea of his welcome, was quick to notice it. “What's the matter, Bob?” he asked. ‘Isn’t | | everything all right?” pall of dust over everything. As if by mutual consent, Holton and Bob sat down on the edge of the platform. Bob's legs, shorter than | his companion’s, dangled meditatively over the | side. | Mr. Rabb is here,” he said. | s, [ heard he was. That's why I came— | that’s one reason why.” He turned to the Loy. | “Bob,” he said, “we've had some good times | together, haven't we?” “You bet we have.” “Remember that fishing trip we had last} spring?” “Gee, I do!” “And that time we went off sailing?” “Oh, my, yes, indeed. What fun! Can’t we go again ?”” “T hope so. Now look here, Bob, I want you to tell me something. It’s mighty lucky you happened to be here. How long has Mr. Rabb| been here ?”” “Oh, about a week.” “Has he taken you out sailing any?” “No. He’s been too busy.” “What doing?”” “Well, he’s, he’s?” —— “Out with it, Bob.” “Well he’s been with sister.” “He's a pretty good fellow, isn’t he?” The boy turned his dark eyes toward his questioner. He realized instantly that he was being cross-examined. Under other circum- stances he would have resented it keenly. But Holton was his friend. They had had many good times together. Also, his boyish sense of justice was stirred. Holton had been calling on his sister for some time. It seemed natural for Bob to accept him as one of the family. Suddenly, however, Rabb had appeared, then they had left town for the summer, and Rabb had taken up his quarters with them. Rabb was a man much older than Holton. Bob didn’t like him so well. He resented Rabb, because Rabb paid so lide attention to him, and it seemed to him vaguely that Rabb had taken Holton’s place—a change, in his opinion, that was much for the worse, “Y-e-s,” he replied. “I suppose he is, But I don’t like him. I hate him,” he added, in a burst of confidence. “Oh, Bob! Don’t say that!” “Well he never givesmeanything. Not that I care for that; only he orders me around. He Sys, ‘Mygood boy, would you mind doingthis?’ and ‘There’s a fine little fellow.* ” Bob stood up and imitated Rabb in a way that made Holton laugh in spite of himself. ” (Continued on page 144) RECORD. RYE WHISKEY Chocolates and Confections known for their Purity and goodness For sale where the dest ts sold. STEPHEN F. WHITMAN & SON, 1316 Chestnut Street, Phila. Estabiladed 1402, |Colorado >> : a - St This gentleman— when at home — He works six days (and some- appeals to him over-poweringly at least once each year, Then he takes his rod gun, together with his vacation trunkful of “duds—and the office knoweth him no more for two weeks. One day he returns, as brown as an Indian, with en elastic step and a strange new twinkle in his eye. A Trip Worth While YOU ought to know all about Colorado, how cheaply it is reached, and the best way to get there. We will send you our new 80-page illustrated booklet, entitled “Under the Turquoise Sky,” giving this information, for your name and three twocent stamps. Remember Rock Island as the Colorado line and write to-day for rates, infor mation and the booklet. JOHN SEBASTIAN, Passenger Traffic Manager, ROCK ISLAND LINES, | Room 15, La Salle Station, Chicago, comicbooks.com