The Rutland County herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1852-1855, 1854-06-09

i might not have come.
'Well am glad you we're able TO
e., an inside place
shouldn't, though said Edith, 'if
it hadn't been lor young gentleman
and she looked round TO thank her friend
airesh, just In lime TO see him turn the
corner Of New Street. There. am
yexed,' she said, aud on her way home,
like duiiful wife. she gave her hus-
band true and full account Of her in-
cdcn,s Of travel, from the Boil and
Mouth in London, TO the office in Bir-
miugham.
a few weeks afterwards, one Sunday
morning, as Arthur Sutherland with his
sister was walking toward church, he
passed n respectable young couple, in
one Of whom he recognized the poor
woman his travelling companion. Ii
was plain, that he, too, was remember
cd, for in another minute the man had
turned, and was at Arhur's elbow.
Excuse my freedom, he said, but
wish to thank you for your kindness
TO Edith--my wife ! mean--that terri
bic night she came down from Lon
don.
Don't speak word about it, re-
piled the youth am glad wa. able
to give assistance, but it isn't worth
mentioning. hope your wife didn't
get any harm, for she had some of the
storm as il was
Not the least in the world, sir but
she might have got good deal, if she
had come all the way outside the coach.
She had been TO London to see her
c"ionds, ana nadnt more than enough
10 pay her fare down. think you was
money out of pocket sir the man ad-
ded, after little hesitation aud il
you wouldn't be offended at my offering
to pay back again
Not a word about it, my good fellow.
couldn't think Of it,
Then, sir, | must thank you for it,
and hope 10 be able 10 return the kind
ness some other way ! and the man re-
joined his young bride.
That's young Sutherland, he said.
His fathers regular screw, they say;
but this one has Il good name, as far as
he can do anything. If the old gentle
man had been on the coach that night
instead Of the young one, you might
have been wet through fifty times be-
fore he would have said word for you,
Edith.
What now friend have you picked
up now, Arthur, asked his sister when
the short conference was ended, 'and
what is that about the coach | guess
now why you had to borrow of me the
day after your journey, to make up
your book as you said
well, never mind now, Jessie, I'll
tell you all about it another day. said
Arthur.
Years passed away, and Arthur Suth-
erland, now man in his own right,
was again travelling from London to
Birmingham, but by a different mode
Of conveyance. 1t was on dark after
noon in winter that he entered a second
class carriage at Eusion Square, and
wrapping around him a railway blan-
ket, and exchanging his hat for fur
cap, which he took from his pocket, he
leaned back in comfortable corner and
half closing his eyes, waited patiently
the signal for starting.
Arthur was in that kind Of dreamy
mood in which little note is taken ol
surrounding objects. lie had that same
day landed in England, after a long and
stormy voyage, and an absence from
home for two or three years. Physi.
cally he was well inclined to sleep
through the five hours monoionous dull.
ness which were, for that time at any
rate, to wind up his journeyins expe.
riences; but mentally he was never
more wakeful. 1t might be sufficient
10 account for this, that images OF HON,
rose before him, one after another as he
drew near to it, and mingled rather dis.
tractingly with ihe "reminiscences oI
travels in another hemisphere, and hi,
calculations Of profit and loss which
might accrue from it for bis has beer
commercial enterprise. But lher,
were Uther thoughts and images which
jostled all the rest into a corner, anc
then combined with them 10 iantaliz,
his body with the vain hope Of needle,
and refreshing oblivion IN sleep. A part
nership ia bis fathers business was al
immediate prospect, a home Of bis own
and wife. Such a wife, too, as hi
would be, and % long had he waited
aud 50 hard had be striyen 10 oyercom,
( one obstacle after another which la,
arisen 10 postpone the union, if not L
absolutely forbid it, but which had beei
overcome at last No wonder that Ar
thur Sutherland was In n dreamy moo,
yet sleepless.
So dreamy, indeed. was be. tha, b
had scarcely noticed, before the trail
started, iwo other travellers, who wer
sharing with him lhe compartment b
/ lad entered and when he did pereeiy
. that be was not alone, the dim ligh, frof
the oily lamp in the carriage roof, iol
. him little more than that the person Of
! posiie 10 him Was man Of respec;abl
{ exterior and middle age, and that b
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