. St. Nicholas [serial]. I m saving all my pennies, and I m going to buy two pairsOf spectacles for Father,—the kind my grandma wears. J. THE END OF THE ROAD BY BETH BRADFORD GILCHRIST Margaret Wallace put out a hand and steadiedherself by the seat in front. Through the win-dow she could see the engine climbing a curve,the dogged, snorting, panting little engine thatthe time-table told her had so nearly cometo the end of the road. For two minutes shewatched it nose its way into a fresh fold of thehills; then the cars straightened into line and shelost it. The girl straightened, too, and gazeda
. St. Nicholas [serial]. I m saving all my pennies, and I m going to buy two pairsOf spectacles for Father,—the kind my grandma wears. J. THE END OF THE ROAD BY BETH BRADFORD GILCHRIST Margaret Wallace put out a hand and steadiedherself by the seat in front. Through the win-dow she could see the engine climbing a curve,the dogged, snorting, panting little engine thatthe time-table told her had so nearly cometo the end of the road. For two minutes shewatched it nose its way into a fresh fold of thehills; then the cars straightened into line and shelost it. The girl straightened, too, and gazedahead with the face of a soldier going into had not been brought up to consider thepossibility of shirking situations not to her liking,and it did not occur to her to begin now. Hernearest approach to it was a sudden almost pas-sionate affection for the swinging, swaying,jerky bouncings of the train. She wanted themotion to go on, if not forever, at least for sev-eral hours. The issues that waited at the endof the road were too great to be faced without atremor. She did not look timid or panic-stricken, thisslender girl i
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