THE FREE LANCE. " His good blade• carves the casques of men, for the Free Lance thrusteth sure." VoL. XVI. AN OPERATOR'S TALE. Two months of enforced rest and idleness had restored my lost strength and rendered me as fresh and ambitious as I: ever was. I once more "panted for the fray." I was not com pelled to pant long, but was soon summoned to prepare for work. The welcome news came in this' shape: BEN JOHNSON, WAWA: . Be at depot on arrival of train No. 1, ready to go to Octo rara, to relieve the night operator. 0. L. K. I was on hand at the train, went to Octorara, arrived there at 9:10 P. M., and was immediately clothed with the toga of 4, all night man " and was happy. True, I was in the land of chills and fever. I might get the malaria again. What might occur did not trouble me. I was not of the, sorrow-seeking kind. I stuck a pencil behind one ear, a pen behind the other, drew my chair to the instrument table and prepared for busi ness. I had never been in the ndighboring town of Rowlandville before and imagine my surprise, then, as I was passing along the street to have a man rush out of a clothing store, grab my hand and shake it enthusiastically, exclaiming: " Ben, lam glad to see you. Looking better, too; when did you arrive? Going to stay long ? Call in before you go. Guarantee to suit FEBRUARY, 1903. OXFORD, PA., Oct. Ist. No. 8.
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