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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 01, 1916, NOON EDITION, Image 19

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Two hours later, as the wrecking
crew arrived, Morrison was still in
evidence. When the tracks of the
broken cars had been removed to the
wreckers trailers and the scattered
and damaged freight packages had
been tossed into a heap where there
v was surplus space in the cut, Mor-i.'.-on
got atfer what he had been
waiting for the arrival of the local
claim agent
"There" isn't must salvage in that
heap yonder," observed Morrison. "I
noticed a crate of crockery smashed
to bits and those miscellaneous bun
dles are crushed flat"
"It's a pretty bad mix-up," assert
ed the claim agent.
"I'll take a risk on $25," an
nounced Morrison quietly.
"I'll accept it," said the claim agent
with force and the bargain was
. made.
Hector Morrison was not a trader,
although the town of Dwight might
have thought so, for he was some
thing of a mystery. He had come to
the place about a month previous.,
taking a lonely old cabin up in the
hills. He did not circulate much
about the vicinity and sometimes he
would be gone for several days at a
time. On occasions this would in
volve a long tramp, on others he
would go to some farmer's conven
tion or rural exhibition.
Had anybody asked the secret of
his isolation and aloofness he would
probably have enlightened them. He
was simply a newly-fledged lawyer
who had worn himself down with
Qk constant study. His physiican had
advised country air and as much in
terest and employment in what was
going on around him as he could en
compass without.
Of a piece with this latter sugges
tion was his purchase of the aban
doned odds and ends of the freight
wreck. It gave him occupation, and
further he was shrewd and business
like. Morrison, proceeded to turn the
circumstances to money profit. ,
Before nightfall his aueer new
possession had been carried out of
the cut and removed to a vacant
store in the town and rummage sale
contemplated. He had hired a bright
lad named Tommy Sands to assist
him in disposing of the stuff. Early
the next morning.Tommy had a mes
sage to convey from the owner of
the vacant store to Mr. Morrison and
started for the lonely home up in the
hills.
It was as he was passing the scene
of the wreck that wav back among
the bushes Tommy made the discov
ery of a neglected or abandoned
package from the wreckage. It
looked like a wheel encased in a
stout, heavy paper covering, which
he proceeded to remove. The "wheel"
turned out to be a reel of paper tape
of some kind, only that it was thick
and here and there showed slight
protuberances. Tommy tore open a
short slit t
"Why, there's some kind of a seed
.pasted in between the two strips of
thin paper," he commented. "I won
der why?"
If Tommy had taken the trouble to
read on the covering of the package,
ht would have found the label: "Seed
Tape." That might not have enljght
ened him, however, for Tommy' was
not up to the latest agricultural
wrinkles. He tucked the "wheel" un
der his arm. Gaining the top of the
embankment and starting from just
behind the Robson home, he began to
unroll the tape, boylike. He liked to
see it wave and trail, and finally set
tle down into a sort of gutter that
had onct been a footpath. Then he
reached the cabin of Mr. Morrison
and forgot to tell about the seed tape.
It was two months before Gladys
set eyes on her brave rescuer, who
had remaintd all that time in her in
nermost thoughts. The shock at the
railroad cut had prostrated her, a
fever came on. Eight weeks to the
day Gladys was able to take her first
walk outside.
All earth seemed smiling, and then.

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