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Fox, John, 1863-1919

"The Trail of the Lonesome Pine"

He got so restless that he started for
it on a run and he had gone hardly fifty yards before the train
came on again and he had to run back to beat it to the station--
where he sprang to the steps of the Pullman before it stopped--
pushing the porter aside to find himself checked by the crowded
passengers at the door. June was not among them and straightway he
ran for the rear of the car.
June had risen. The other occupants of the car had crowded forward
and she was the last of them. She had stood, during an irritating
wait, at the water-tower, and now as she moved slowly forward
again she heard the hurry of feet behind her and she turned to
look into the eager, wondering eyes of John Hale.
"June!" he cried in amazement, but his face lighted with joy and
he impulsively stretched out his arms as though he meant to take
her in them, but as suddenly he dropped them before the startled
look in her eyes, which, with one swift glance, searched him from
head to foot. They shook hands almost gravely.


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June sat in the little dummy, the focus of curious eyes, while
Hale was busy seeing that her baggage was got aboard.


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