In Barracks and Wigwam — page 71: what you’re looking at

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_A Midnight Visitor. — 61 _ The hour’s ride seemed very short to the lad, engrossed as he was in his gloomy thoughts of the future on which he was embarking. He was surprised when the train r imbled out on the long Susquehanna bridge, and thrust- ing his head from the window, he watched with interest the countless lights of Harrisburg flashing on the oppo- site shore and the great dome of the Capitol with its 1: juminated clocks staring like fiery eyes. Gliding off the bridge the train plunged abruptly into the lower end of the city, and soon stopped under the im- ' mense vault of the Union Station. With a feeling of loneliness and depression, Linn followed the swarm of passengers up through the gates, fearful of being recog- nized and hailed at any instant, for he was known to a number of persons in Harrisburg. The bulletin board in the waiting-room informed him that a fast train left for the West shortly after midnight, and he at first decided to take it. But on second thoughts he concluded to wait until morning. He was tired and hungry, and did not care to trust himself to the doubtful comforts of a sleeping-car berth. Also, he preferred a daylight ride, because the country he was to pass paths was new to him. “IT will get something to eat first,’ he reflected, “and then [ will go to a hotel and enjoy a good and eee S rest.” Passing out of the station, Linn found himself on Mar- ket street, and it put him in better spirits to see the blaze of electric lights and shops, and the noisy tide of people, cabs and motor cars. Though after eleven o'clock, this main part of the city was full of life and bustle. The Cafe Russ was close by, and here Linn enjoyed a hearty and ieisurely meal. It was past midnight when he came out, and now there were so few people in sight Ecomicbo that he had little fear of recognition. He went two. EO