I wished you to be the one to convey the glad news to that poor young mother.

She wanted to ask me further questions, but I avoided committing myself.

She did come from the Far West, it appears.

Her money ran out just too soon and they had to leave the train at a station this side of Waldron Falls.

She was go determined to reach Scranton before night that she actually started out afoot, it seems, despite the cold and the snow-covered roads.