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35.55 The station agent wrapped the pas- try in a piece of newspaper and hand- ed it to his customer. The boy, a youngster of about twelve Wmm 'a‘Tr'eckiea race and a pair of bright gray eyes, took his “turnover" to the settee in the corner of the waiting room and began to eat. He had on a worn cloth cap with an attachment that could be pulled down to cover the ears and a shabby over- coat of man’s size, very much too large for him. As he munched the greasy crust and the thin layer of “evaporated" apple he looked around him with interest. The station itself was like the aver- age railway building on Cape Cod. Except for the sign “Harniss” that hung outside it might have been the ptation at Wellmouth. which he had f‘seen so often. Battered settees around the walls: lithographs of steamers, time tables and year old announcements of excursions and coun- ty fairs hung above them: big stove net in a box or sawdustâ€"all these ,were the regulation fixtures. Regula- tion also were the “refreshments” on the counter at the sideâ€"“turnovers" ar- ranged cobhouse fashion under a glass cover, with a dingy “Washington" pie under another cover and jars of strip- ed stick candy, with boxes of “jaw- breakers” and similar sueetmeats bev tWeen. It was snowing hard, and in the dusk of the winter evening the flakes rustled against the windows as if un- seen old ladies in starched summer gowns were shivering in the storm and crowding to get a peep within. The air in the shut waiting room smelled of hot stove, sawdust, wet clothing and der. Clark's cigar. To this collection of perfumes was presently added the odor of kerosene as the station agent lit the big lamps in their brackets on the wall. Trivia cent piece clutched tightly his red fist. -v _ From outside came the sounds of creaking wheels and stamping horses. the stamping muffled by the snow which covered the ground. The door opened, and a big man with a face of which gray whiskers and red nose were the most prominent features come stamping and puffing into the ,_LL-_ \«nu-v u .â€"_t _fiv _ room. He jerked 01! a pair of leather gloves, playfully shook the congealed moisture from them down Mr. Clark’s neck inside his collar, tossed a long whip into the corner and. holding his spread fingers over the stove, began to sing “Whoa, Emma!” with enthusiasm. Mr. Clark, being too busy clawing the melting snow from his neck to open a conversation, Mr. Bodkin observed: “Hello. Barney Smalll How’s the trav’l. in"? Have a rough time drivin’ over?” “Oh. middlln’. middlin’," replied the driver of the Orham stage, unbutton- lng his overcoat and reaching for his -n A.-A_~ W._VV pipe, “but this earth's a vale of tears anyhow, so what's the odds so long’s you're happy. Hello, Dan!" The last a shouted greeting to the station agent in the little room, whose answer was a wave of the hand and a sidelong nod across the telegraph instrument “What’s doin’ on: in Orham, Bar- ney '2” inquired Mr. Clark. “Prissy and Tempy’a adopted a boy.” The agent evidently was interested. “The old maids?” “Yup, the old maids. I s’pose they come to reelize that they needed a man 'round the house. but as there wa’n‘t no bids in that line they sort of com- promised on a boy." A“_A -‘J -A'lafl '-vâ€"-~'_ -â€" “Yon don’t mean the Allen old maids that live down on the ‘lower road,’ do you?” asked Mr. Bodkin. “Sartln. I said the old maids. didn’t 1? There’s plenty of single women in Orham, but when you say ‘the old maids’ in our town everybody knows you mean Prissy and Tempy.” , ,#nII _A:,J “What about the boy. Barney?” said the station agent. coming into the waiting room. “Why,” said Mr. Small. “it’s this _way: Seems that Prissy and Tempy’s father. old Cap’n D’rius Allenâ€"he's been dead six years or more nowâ€"had :Eeéé dame bf Sophia, that married Cap’n Ben Nickel-son over to Well- mouth. Cap'n Ben and his wife had son, 30's the youngster could go to school. When his folks was drownded that way the boy kept on llvln’ with Solon till ’bout three weeks agoVSolon was took with pneumony and up and died. Prlssy and Tempy’s the only re- lations there was. you see, 30“ it was left to them to say what should be done with the. boy. I cal’late.there must have been some high old pour: ,wowtn' mmddhome. butthoold mud: are pretty consaefitloii'ilfi or their bein’ so everlastln’ ‘old M: one son. I think the boy’s name’s Bradley. Anyhow Cap‘n Ben and his {wife was drowned 03 the Portuguese coast two years ago when Ben’s bark. was lost. Maybe you remember? Well, the boy was left at home that voyage with Ben's ha’t brother, Solon Nickel-é Mr. Small interrogated the station agent by raising his eyebrows. The agent whispered, “Shouldn’t wonder," and added, “He came on the up train this afternoon.” The boy turned from the window and, blinking a little as the light struck his eyes, faced the group by the stove. His freckled cheeks glistened as the light shone upon them; but, as it he knew this, he pulled the his sleeve of the overcoat across his face and rubbed them dry. “What’s your name, sonny?” said the stage driver kindly. “Nickel-son,” said the boy in a low tone. “I want to know. Your rust name ain’t Bradley, is it?" “Yes, sir.” “Sho, well, there now! Guess you’re goin’ to ride over with me then. I __-I‘ Y «Egg boy,” said Mr. Clark, who nev- er let consideration for other people interfere with his own curiosity, “what’s your name ?” window and was locking our, ,mrougu a hole he had scraped in the frost on the pane. He had shaded his face with his hands to shut out the lamplight. and, though he must have heard the conversation, his manner betrayed no interest in It. any“- “Come over to the stove and get warm, won’t you?” asked the station agent. ‘ “I ain‘t cold.” was the reply. The trio by the stove fldgeted in sl- lenc_e for a few moments, and then Mr. Small said uneasily: “Ain’t it ’most time for that train to be In? She’s a ha’f hour late now.” “v up... The station agent interrupted him with a sidelong movement of the head. “Huh?" queried Mr. Small. Then he. in company with Mr. Clark and Mr. n...u.:.. {nu-nod toward the corner of The boyc dvho had bought the apple “turnover,” having finished the last crumb of that viand, had turned to the god}; tu'rned toward the corner the waiting room. :‘vsiu; Qas twenty-five minutes late at Sandwich.” said the station agent. “and she’s prob’ly lost ten minutes or so ginvgé. 7 éhe’ll'be along in a little while now.” "£71th spite of this cheerful prophecy a full fifteen minutes passed before the train, which had bean started from Boston with the vague idea that some time or other it might get to Province- town, came coughing and panting round the curve and drew up at the «station platform. Only one passenger -v-â€" .._V “Got shore leave for a tortnl’t or so,” said the newcomer. unbuttonlng his overcoat with a smart jerk and throw- ing it wide open. “Schooner sprung a leak off Gay head last trip, and she’s hauled up at East Boston for repairs. Dirty weather, ain’t It? Hello. Lon! How are you'lke?” Mr. Clark and his friend grinned and responded. “How no you. Cap’n E2?” got out at the Harniss station, and be, stopping for a moment to hand his trunk check to the station agent, walk- ed briskly into the waiting room and slammed the door behind him. _ D Blammyu any unvv- -vâ€" “Hello!” he hailed, punâ€"nIgâ€"Tph a buck skin glove and holding out a big hand to the stage driver. “Barney, how’s she headin’ '2” feted hand. “Well, for the land’s sake, Ez Tit- comb!” he exclaimed. “Where’d you York and Portland jest ’bont now.” with a sunburned face, sharp eyeS. hair that was a reddish brown sprin- kled with gray and a close clipped mustache of the same color. He wore a blue overcoat over a blue suit and held admflrmlylnonecomerofhls Q 7N!“- The arrival was a short, thickset man “Wha t’s you r no me. sonny?" Small grinned and took the prof» had preceded him. , The old vehicle rocked and 81'0“ u the heavy chest was Strapped on the racks behind. Then it tipped 383‘” “All ashore that’s goln’ shore!” shout- ed Mr. Small. “80 long. Dan. Git clap, Two-forty!” ‘ The whip cracked. the coach reeled on its springs, and the whole equlpage disappeared in the snow and black- The boy, Bradley Nickerson, had nev- er ridden in a stagecoach before, and after ten or fifteen minutes of jolt and roll he decided that he never granted to ride in one again. Suddenly Captain Titcomb. who had been silent so far, spoke. “Heavy sea on tonight." he observ- ed. “ ’Pears to me Barney’d better take a reef. She’s rollinL consider- ble." The boy laughed and said, “Yes. the captain. “Yes, sir.” “Got folks over there, I presume likely. Friends or nothin’ but jest re- latlons?” “Relations, Iâ€"I guess.” “So! Well, I’ve got a good many re- lations over there myself. Fact ls. I’ve got relations, seems to me. ’most everywheres. Father used to have so many of ’em that when he went vls- itin’ he used to call it ‘goin’ couslnin’.' My name’s Titcomb. What do they call you when your back ain’t turned?" The boy laughed again in a puzzled wayâ€"he scarcely knew what to make of his, questionerâ€"and said that his name was Bradley Nickerson. “Nickerson, hey? a That settles it: you’re a Cape Codder. Minute I meet anybody named Nickel-son I always know they‘ve got the same kind of sand in their boots that I have. 13 it Obed Nickel-son's folks you‘re goin' to i‘i‘No. sit. I‘m goin’ to live with Miss Priscilla Allen. Her and her sister. They was some of mother’s people." “Sho, well I swan!" muttered the captain. “Prissy and Tempy. hey? Then Dan wa’n't toolin’. And you‘re goin' to live with ’em '2” “Yes, sir. Do you know ’em?" “Who-me? Oh, yes! I know 'em. I’m a partic’lar friend of theirsâ€"that is.” he added cautiously. “1 call on ’em once in awhile jest to \say 'How are you?’ Why? You didn't hear any of them tellers at the depot say anything ’bout me and them did you? Rel Well. all right, I jest thoughtâ€" 0 es! 1 know 'em. Nice folks as a" as. b": what you might call a nurse ‘Itt in their ways.’ Do you w Wipe your feet when you come into the your re house?" getit." “All right. It’s a good habit to git into, ’speclally it you’ILe goin’ to walk vo_ A 'V! ‘r"'** v v on Prissy’s floors. Sometimes I've wished I could manage to put.,my feet in my pocket when I've been there. I wonder if I knew your father? What was his name?” Bradley told we father's name and In response to the captain’s tactful ques- tioning a good deal more besides. In fact, before long Captain Tltcomb knew all about the boy, where he came from, how he happened to come and all the rest. And Bradley for hls part learned that his companion command- ed the coastlng schooner Thomas Do- how to spin them and that he (Brad- ley) liked him. By and by the captain noticed that the boy's replies to his cheerful obser- vations were growing rather incoher- ent, and, suspecting the reason, he ceased to talk. A few minutes later he leaned forward and nailed to find jfll fellow traveler. who had slipped down upon the cushion, fast asleep. When Bradley awoke Captain Tit- comb was standing on the ground by the open door of the coach. ' gagâ€"{hut he find been a sailor ever since he was fourteen, that he had a marvelous fund of sea yarns undimew “Good night, Brad," he said. “Here’s where I’m bound for. You’ve got a five minute ride or so more ’fore you git to the old maiâ€"that is, to Prissy and Tempy's. I’ll see you tomorrer. You and me’s goin' to be chums. you know." The door was shut. Mr. Small struck up “Camptown Races.” and the stage bumped on again. This time the boy did not sleep. but. holding on to the strap. tried to peer through the snow crusted window. He saw a light here and there, but little else. After a short interval the coach turned a sharp ,cor- net, rolled on for perhaps twice its length and then stopped. "EJSmall opened hie door, and Brad- ley. looqug past him. saw the side of a large house and ta lighted doorway. their shadows almost to his feet. “Come on. bu " said the stage drlw er. “Here’s where you git out, His: may,” he shouted. “here’s your new with two female figures. one plump and the other slender, standing in It. From behind them the [amplight streamed warm and bright and sent u‘ L, all the way to Orham 2” slr, If I don’t tor- . whom Mr. glanced. and. oddly enough. their con- dition served to break the formality. ‘My goodness me!" she ejaculated. “Jest look at his poor feet. Tempy Allen! Come right over to the stove this minute and take at! those shoes. They’re soppln' wet through." “No, ma’sm." protested the boy. “They ain't, honest. They only look tel-‘3, but had a little bunch of curls over each ear. She also wore a hair hreutpln. but her earrings were gold. Bradley shook the extended hands. Miss Tempy’a thin and white. with two old fashioned rings on the fingers. “Won't youâ€"won’t you set down?" ventered Miss Tempy utter : rather awkward pause. “Why. yes, of course.” said Miss P1188}. “and take your things right oi! â€"do." Bradley placed the carpeting on the comer of the mat and pulled a! shabby overcoat. The jacket trousers beneath were also shabby. ltwas athlsshoesflmtmssl’r this minute.” Bradley reluctantly obeyed, stepping gingerly across the spotless ollcloth and taking as long strides as possible. It did not add to his comfort to see Miss Tempy shake the melting snow into the center of the rope mat, told the latter carefully together and dis appear with it into the kitchen. Miss Prissy piloted him to the Chintz covered rocker by the big “airtight" stove. Then she proceeded to uniace the patched brogans. commenting in an undertone upon the condition of the stockings beneath. “I'm ’traid." said Bradley tearfully. “that I’ve got some snow water on your floor, ma’am.” “Don’t say a word. Thank goodness your feet ain’t so wet as I thought they was. Put 'em right on the rail of the stove there while I go up to the gar- ret and get those slippers or father’s. I'll be right back." py. bustling about. with the steaming teakettle in her hand. “I'm goin' to make you some pepper tea. There's nothln' in the world like pepper tea when you're likely to catch cold." 7 éhe blfffled out of the room just us her sister entered it by the other door. “Now. set right still.” said Miss Tem- “Pepper tea" was a new prescription for the boy. and he watched with inter- est while Miss Tempy turned some milk into a bowl. flooded it with boil- “Not very! When did you have any- thing to eat last ?" Wellmouthâ€"gave me a sandwich at the depot 'toro I started. ma’am, and I bought a turnover at Harniss." “My sakes! Prissy”â€"to her sister, who came rustling inâ€"“he hasn’t et a. thing but a sandwich and a turnover since morning. Now, come right over to the table. Bradley, and set down." As the boy ate he looked about the room. Itwsssbizroom, withaiow ceiling. spotleuly whitewashed. The oiicioth on‘the floor was partially covâ€" ered with hnided n; mats with cer- pet . centers. 0n the window shsdu were wooden! tinted pictures of eu- ties and mountains. The table W black walnut. and there were nu! rush seated chain. etch In In place against the wallgnd looking :- u it‘ were glued there. fiesuflaotthosetheoccu- pied. Then there was the chlntx 00'- aed,rocke’r and another rocker painful bhchwithawmplcmuamp‘t In. on the back. 'Thm‘wu gnome! V‘V‘Don’t tell me!" commanded M133 1133:. “Go right over to the stove “Mgr. Bartlettâ€"he’s the s’lectman at mmmmm It "1‘0. lull“ lulu, v..- - man theta-ave the coach that he had shore leave for a week 'am In: schooner was ma up for napalm. He said he baryon, though. and that he was comln' round to‘see me tomorrer." This remark caused quite as much the coach. The two males ed hurriedly at egch other. swept and the wlndows not mucus I'll have to get up early tomorrer mornln'. I'm so glad I fixed tint rut- ae on my alpaca." she added In an ab- Ientrnlnded eollloquy. “And I must dnlsh that tidy tor the low." said Miss Tempy nervously. “I’ve only got a little more to do on it. thank goodness! Pussy. I'm goln' to m» in lmn on I want to press my put In iron on. I want to press my other collar. Didâ€"did the cap'n any more about meâ€"us. I mean?" awning she udded. looking at the stove. “No. mn’un. he didn’t." replied the Bradley 7" “No. ma'nm. but I heard him tell tho . Lg-L L; hat. boy. “He jest asked about me and told stories and talked." ulna Tempy seemed a little dlup pointed and made no comment. Her sister, too, was silent. Presently Bradley yewned. He trled to hide it. but Klee Prlssy, comm: out of her trance. saw him. “My sakes.” she exclaimed. “what are we thinkin' of. keepln' you up this way? It’s after 9 o‘clock. Let me get the lamp. Tempy. you do up, that soapstone for his feet." ing. and his dressing was a sort of jig. for it was freezing cold. When he went downstairs it was evident that things had been going on. Miss Prissy came out of the sitting room. bearing a broom and with her “alpaca" gown covered with an apron. Miss Tempy, her curls done up in papers, was busy with the “tidy" for the sofa. Each of the sisters was nervous and excited. Miss Prissy said a stlfl little grace at the breakfast table. Miss Tempy had a large cup of “pepper tea" for herself and urged Bradley to partake. but the elder sister came to the rescue and gave him hot milk and water instead. After the meal was over and the dish- es washed Miss Prissy went out to feed the hens. and Bradley went with her. The house. seen by day. was a big. square building. badly in need of paint. The roof was four sided and sloped upward to a cupola in the cen- ter. From Its closely shut front door snow covered box hedges In parallel lines defined the path to the front gate. also locked and fastened and. llke the front door. only used on occasions. There was a large tumbledown barn. wlth an empty plgpen hack of tho house and a henhouse and yard In the rear of the barn. Next door to the leftâ€"on the right was a vacant field-was a small story and a half cottage. separated from the Allen household by a board fence. One of the. boards in this fence had“ fallen down. and as Bradley. wadlng ln Miss l'rtssy's wake. passed this opening he saw a girl. apparently about.his own age open the back door of the house next door and look out at him. He wanted to ask who she was. but didn’t feel well enough acqualnted with his guide to do so Just yet. Just as the dozen hens and lonesome looking rooster were tedâ€"Milo Pussy informed him that by and by inking after the poultry would he one of his dutiesâ€"Miss Tempy’s voice we: heard calling excitediy_ from the kitchen door. 1n the house quick! He's comln'! The csp’n's comln’!" “My lend!” exclaimed the elder Ils- tsr wildly. snd. her my forgotten. she almost ten to the house. followed by Bradley, who dldn't understand the canseottheexcltement. “Oh, my sakes," ejeculsted Mlss Tempy as they entered the kitchen: into place. not a mmwheolédachm d. the “bl. fldysu-ughLmldtheph manttwolnchutromthoodp bum enctly 1n the center of 0‘. You'uhavetoaeehtmmtm. I’ve got to fix my hair." Miss Pussy rushed Into the sitting knocked, and utter cleenlnxthelnow tremblebootnenthe‘W'heenâ€" tered the house,bear1n¢twoptch¢ee wrappedinbrownpapet. “Well. Pricey,” said the captain. hy- lng down the packages to shake hands, “howd’you do? Didn’tupect to no mmthhportjestnow,dldyouf' "No, indeed. Cap’n 'l‘ltcomb: m the repay."hutwe'renuwtomm all the “me. Come right In. Take youthlnssol. Wanner“. downwlthIoulntheeoacthtMt Dre-dbl m we hid. m’t it? “compani” smile and marched sedate- ly to receive the visitor. It was 01min Titcomb {the had 30'": your health nowadays? Walk fight Into the litfln’ room. You must cm the loot- of than. I’ve been nu Bwsaw m u"..-â€" Miss Tempy seemed a little disap )inted and made no comment. Her ster, too, was silent. Presently radley yawned. He tried to hide it. at Miss Prissy, coming out of her ance. saw him. “My sakes.” she exclaimed. “what e we thinkin' of. keepin' you up this 'ay? It’s after 9 o‘clock. Let me get It? lamp. Tempy. you do up, that iapstone for his feet." 0 0 0 O 0 0 0 Bradley was up early the next morn- xg. and his dressing was a sort of jig. pr it was freezing cold. When he 'ent downstairs it was evident that lings had been going on. Miss Prissy line out of the sitting room. bearing a room and with her “alpaca" gown wered with an apron. Miss Tempy, er curls done up in papers. was busy 1th the “tidy" for the sofa. Each of lo sisters was nervous and excited Miss Prissy said a stlfl little grace at as breakfast table. Miss Tempy had a Lrge cup of “pepper tea" for herself nd urged Bradley to partake. but the ider sister came to the rescue and are him hot milk and water instead. .fter the meal was over and the dish- ; washed Miss Prissy went out to zed the hens. and Bradley went with m- The house- seen by day. was a Id +++++++++++++++++++++++¢+++++++++++++++ â€".â€"...-.â€"~ .___â€"~'â€". the 'him we IO early? BARGAINS §+++++++++++++t+§++ +++++++§++§§+ + +§++¢+31¢ CHINA HALL. WILLIAM ST. 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