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mean?"
"No, the--ah--the South Wellmouth station. You see, I got off the train
at South Wellmouth by mistake. It was the first Wellmouth called, you
know, and I--I suppose I caught the name and--ah-- rushed out of the
car. I thought--it seemed to be a--a sort of lonely spot, you know--"
"Haw, haw! South Wellmouth depot? It's worse'n lonesome, it's
God-forsaken."
"Yes--yes, it looked so. I should scarcely conceive of the Almighty's
wishing to remain there long."
"Eh?"
"Oh, it's not material. Pardon me. I inquired of the young man in charge
of the--ah--station."
"Nelse Howard? Yes, sure."

"You know him, then?"
Mr. Pulcifer laughed. "Say," he observed, patronizingly, "there's
mighty few folks in this neighborhood I don't know. You bet that's
right!"
"The young man--the station man--was very kind and obliging, very
kind indeed. He informed me that there was no direct conveyance from
the South Wellmouth station to Wellmouth--ah--Centre, but he
prevailed upon the driver of the station--ah--vehicle--"
"Eh? You mean Lem Lovett's express team?"
"I believe the driver's name was Lovett--yes. He prevailed upon him to
take me in his wagon as far as a crossroads where I was to be left. From
there I was to follow another road--ah--on foot, you know--until I
reached a second crossroad which would, he said, bring me directly
into Wellmouth Middle--ah--Centre, I should say. He told me that Mr.
Hall lived there."
"Well, he told you wrong. Hall lives up to East Wellmouth. But what I
can't get a-hold of is how you come to fetch up way off here. The
Centre's three mile or more astern of us; I've just come from there."
"Oh, dear me! I must have lost my way. I was quite sure of it. It seemed
to me I had been walking a very long time."
Mr. Pulcifer laughed. "Haw, haw!" he guffawed, "I should say you had!
I tell you what you done, Mister; you walked right past that crossroad
Nelse told you to turn in at. THAT would have fetched you to the
Centre. Instead of doin' it you kept on as you was goin' and here you be
'way out in the fag-end of nothin'. The Centre's three mile astern and
East Wellmouth's about two and a ha'f ahead. Haw, haw! that's a good
one, ain't it!"
His companion's laugh was not enthusiastic. It was as near a groan as a
laugh could well be. He put the yellow suitcase down in the mud and
looked wearily up and down the fog-draped road. There was little of it

to be seen, but that little was not promising.
"Dear me!" he exclaimed. "Dear me!" And then added, under his breath:
"Oh, dear!"
Mr. Pulcifer regarded him intently. A new idea was beginning to dawn
beneath the plaid cap.
"Say, Mister," he said, suddenly, "you're in a bad scrape, ain't you?"
"I beg your pardon? What? Yes, I am--I fear I am. Is it--is it a VERY
long walk back to Wellmouth?"
"To the Centre? Three good long Cape Cod miles."
"And is the-ah--the road good?"
"'Bout as you see it most of the way. Macadam ain't so bad, but if you
step off it you're liable to go under for the third time."
"Dear me! Dear me!"
"Dear me's right, I cal'late. But what do you want to go to the Centre
for? Hall don't live there. He lives on ahead here--at East Wellmouth."
"Yes--that's true, that's true. So you said. But the South Wellmouth
station man--"
"Oh, never mind Nelse Howard. He's a smart Aleck and talks too much,
anyhow. He made a mistake, that's all. Now I tell you, Mister, I'm goin'
to East Wellmouth myself. Course I don't make a business of carryin'
passengers and this trip is goin' to be some out of my way. Gasoline
and ile are pretty expensive these days, too, but-- Eh? What say?"
The pale face beneath the derby hat for the first time showed a ray of
hope. The eyes behind the spectacles were eager.
"I--I didn't say anything, I believe," was the hurried answer, "but I
should like to say that--that if you COULD find it possible to take me

with you in your car--if you COULD do me so great a favor, I should
be only too happy to pay for the privilege. Pay--ah-- almost anything. I
am--I have not been well and I fatigue easily. If you could--"
Mr. Pulcifer's hand descended squarely upon the shoulder of the dark
overcoat.
"Don't say nothin' more," he ordered, heartily. "I'm only too glad to do
a feller a favor any time, if it's a possible thing. That's me, that is. I
shouldn't think of chargin' you a cent, but of course this cruise is a little
mite off my track and it's late and-- er--well,