Argosy All-Story Weekly, October 6, 1923 — page 43: what you’re looking at

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— awoke, . §O THIS IS lounging about the station, or leaning against the fronts of pool rooms or garages. To such, his heart went out. They were the ~sort he understood; and he wished that his inexorable onrush toward the unknown might be checked, that he might listen to their vapid talk, and smell the clean asphait, But they were whisked back into the dis- tance, and again he would find himself ‘staring at gloomy leagues of forest, or over barren acres of pasture land. _ There were stops at the larger cities, of course; New Haven, Hartford, Springfield: 2 _ Mere villages ‘compared to his home, but having enough in common to send the surge of nostalgia through him. Between Spring- field and Worcester there were elevations that gave him a wide sweep across coun- -try. He was depressed by the countless _ miles of lake and river, swamp and wood- - land, flooded by moonlight. but unlovely in: _his eyes. Somewhere beyond Worcester he fell into a troubled sleep; and when he the character of the scenery had changed. They were skirting the Atlantic _ seaboard, and had entered the southern end of Mane He breakfasted uneasily in a dintne car that reminded him of a glorified night lunch; and all during the forenoon he was_ : Sieearicd in a succession of beach resorts strung like beads along the B. and M., with swell cars and millionaires and buckboards and pretty girls showing lots of nice teeth, amid a pervading aroma of clams, salt water and seaweed. Then Bangor, and a change of trains with several hours to wait. Here he loitered about the streets, and bought himself a few necessaries, including a fine suit case he found in a Sawnshop. A hobo whom he encountered told him that Bangor was but a sad travesty of its former self when, with the advent of a horde of lumberjacks and sailormen twice a year, it had been the toughest city east of the Mississippi. He offered to show the Slap- per where he could get a drink. | “ Tt’s a good place,” he promised. “ ' They 7 trun me out last night!” — The boy refused, but slipped him a quar- ter. Then he famfed up a restaurant; and presently, boarding a dusty local, rode most of the afternoon and finally, near the end hotel or boarding house?” — WEDLOCK! z — = Sf the Gie-aud day, its one street hugging — the rocky coast line, he came to Wedlock, a village of some five hundred alleged fe | man ban one-time builder of full-rigged— ships, now devoted to blueberries, potatoes. and lobsters. SS Rhino Bennet had given him no informa- _ = tion. as to where he was to find lodgings during his exile from civilization. In fact, he never knew why Wedlock had been se- lected, or how Bennet or the Big Bosseven knew of its existence. In his circles few = = unnecessary questions were asked, pod fewer answered. = = = = He was noted with faint paterege He he < half dozen middle-aged men about the sta-_ tion. One of them took the limp mail sack and shambled off with it. There were no =~ trunks, but a few boxes were claimed by Ze the local grocer’s helper and hoisted onte= a wagon with the pee of the stationmaster and telesrapher. —An - elderly woman Syho == = had been visiting in Bangor was” ‘greeted — = without enthusiasm by her husband, and —__ together with numerous. paper and card: : board bundles and one bulging satchel was — hoisted into a buckboard and driven: down the road. To the remaining citizen, aman of leisure, the Slapper addressed himself. = = “Icome up here count of being outa — hospital,” he lied easily. “ whee S they a a The one he addressed, a = Se leathery faced fellow, was slow in replying He took the stranger carefully in, from his— new straw Bangor hat to his pointed and — perforated tan “shoes, Then he spat an- = amazing amount of amber juice onto the = track, and said: “There ain’t no hotel. Never had no summer folks here. Ain't = a get the t..b., hev ye?” == “No why?” countered the Siaeee =e = Z “The Wedlock man waited until he had_ worked up anotoer mouthful of tobacco = juice, ‘““’Cause I’m coroner and health officer here, That’s why.” oe eS After a moment he added indifferently: ee “The folks that jest druy off down the road aS might take ye in. Dunno. Name’s Tucker. Live half a mile down the turnpike. foller their wheel tracks easy enough Ain’ — been nobody else along z to- day.” Lo icboo cS = e —com