IT was a dear, crisp October morning. There was a shrill whistle of a locomotive, and then a westbound passenger train dashed into the depot of an Iowa town. A young man descended the car steps with an armful of luggage. He deposited his parcels on the platform, and half expectantly looked about him. Just then there was a "honk honk " from a huge automobile as it came to a palpitating halt, and a familiar voice called out: "Hello, Roderick, old man...