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MAIL ORDER FRANK
tively he would be on the train. He went back to the depot and bought another ticket to Greenville. He was somewhat anxious and impatient until the train started up.
There was a first stop at the limits of the city. Just as the train steamed ahead again, some one entered at the rear door of the coach.
"Hello—good," exclaimed Frank, as Markham quietly sat down in the seat beside him. "Why—"
Frank paused there, staring at his fellow-passenger. Markham had washed the grime from his face. He no longer wore the cap pulled down over his eyes. Looking bright as a dollar, he smiled, pleasantly.
"Pretty grimy, wasn't I?" he laughed.
"Why, yes," stammed the puzzled Frank, "but say—what has become of your moustache?"
