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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 07, 1912, Image 19

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them. There, was something
mysterious about M Danforth.
- People talked about .er, but no
v body seemed to know just why.
-.She had come to Springfield a
stranger and she had been care
ful toleave her past behind her.
It had not taken her long to find
, .friends, and she was quickly ad-
mitted .to the best social circles.
With plenty of money, she lived
x at the most fashionable hotel, she
I entertained lavishly, and her
. clothes were the talk of the
. town. Then, one day, she disap
,r peared, and on the following
c morning Tom Harlow had told
Helen that it had become neces-
sary for him to go to Chicago.
i A week later he returned, but
a substantial citizen of Spring
1 field had returned before him.
The, substantial citizen had seen
Tom and Mrs. Danforth together
j in Chicago. Of course Tom had
1 assured Helen that it was- all
. right, but he Jiad not explained.
- He had merely promised to do so
I . "in good time." And Helen had
j naturally decided that the "good
,,time" could never come. So
3 Tom went away,
j She thought over all this as she
v impatiently "waited at Northport
.Junction. A dozen times she tried
to fix her thoughts on other
i .things, but always , they turned
s :back to the old subject. She be-
came angry with herself, at last)
and more for the purpose o try
. ing to forget Tom Harlow than
with the hope of obtaining In-
2 formation she went into the-sta-r
tion and asked the operator if it
1 iwas likely that the train for Med-
1 ford would arrive on time.
"She's just reported fifty min
utes late," the operator informed
her. "There's a washout up the
road." s '
Helen turned away with a feel
of hopelessness and went outside
again. If Northport had looked
dismal to her before, it now seem
ed desolate. While she was try
ing to count the appalling num
ber of minutes that she would
have to wait, she heard the whis
tle of an engine away up the curve
around the hill ort the main line.
When the, long train stopped at
tl)e Junction, Helen .jawa man
step down from one of the Pull
man cars away at the rjear. She
paid nqattention td him,-suppos-mg
ht was a passengerwho had
merely stepped, off togetea breath
or iresn air, duc airer tne tram
had gone on she noticecfrthat the
man Was walking slowly down
the cinder path beside, the track
toward the station, Forfa mo
ment she gazed at him, and then
hurried inside. If was lomHar
low, carrying a suit case.
Selectingithe darkest corner in
the station; Helep'safcdown, turn
ed her back toward ths dopr, and
waited, hoping that no one would
come-in '2nd fearing something
that she could not have explained.
Her corner "was- so, dark, and she
remained so silent that Tom en
tered without noticing her.
"When does the train leave for
Medford?" he asked at' the ticket
wjndow.
"It's pretty hard to tell," the
operator replied. "SheVreport
ed fifty minutes late, but there's
JffeJfc1, m.
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