The Hills of Refuge: A NovelHarben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
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The Hills of Refuge: A Novel
Harben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
Fiction
"Accident ahead," the man answered. "Train off the track ten miles away.
The wrecking-train has gone on. They will have the road clear before
long. May as well wait here as farther on."
Charles went back to his corner. Why was he nervous? he argued. What was
there to fear, since the exposure would not be made till the following
morning after the bank opened? Why, nothing--nothing at all. He puffed
at his cigar. The only thing was to avoid being seen by any passing
acquaintance; but his face was known to many of all classes and he must
be careful. He pulled the brim of his cap down over his eyes; he raised
the collar of his light overcoat above his ears, and crouched down as
low as possible. The train still lingered. His watch told him that it
was two o'clock. He stretched his legs out on the seat in front of him
and tried to sleep. He was quite fatigued, and yet his brain was too
active to permit it. He thought of little Ruth. Again he heard her
startled cry and pictured the child as lying in his arms and being
soothed back to sleep. A sob filled his throat. Was it possible that she
was going out of his life forever? Was it possible that he was actually
renouncing home and home ties and going out into a new world in which he
would be absolutely unknown, a veritable babe of mature age born among
strangers? A mood of deep dejection was on him and it seemed to thicken
and become more depressing as the hours stretched along. Then terror
filled him, for he had a facile imagination which reached out for the
disagreeable as well as the pleasant. What if the train were not to go
for hours? What if the dawn of day found him still in Boston? He sat up.
He rose and went to the platform of the car. The brakeman with the
lantern was chatting with a man at a trunk-truck several car-lengths
away. He descended and sauntered up to them.
"Any news?" he asked the man with the light.
"Yes. We will move soon," was the answer. "I see you are sticking to it.
Most of the passengers went home, to take a morning train. You could
take it yourself, if you are bound for New York, and get there almost as
soon as by this train."
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