The Georgetown news., 1855-09-27
From the Auburn American.
4 Railroad Incident.

It was late. The lamps of the car burn
ed dimly. In one seat was "happy cou-
pie" rejoicing in a carpet bag, two band
boxes, an umbrella basket, a brown pa
per parcel, and sleeping cherub. Sudden
iy cherub-a girl of some three years expe-
rience in this strange world-awOke from
one of those long undisturbed slumbers that
are among the inalienable prerogative of
blameless childhood, and climbed up so as
to stand and look over the back of the seat.
Two care-worn, travel-weary and half a.
wake men sat directly in front of the inno-
cent little creature. They looked as if they
had been on board the railway cars for a
month, and had journeyed from the regions
about sunset. The great curious eyes of
the child fell upon them. She scaned care
fully the faces of each, and one would have
deemed her to be an infantile physiogno-
mist. Presently one Of them looked at her.
1t was evident that she rather liked him, of
the two, and had about made up her mind
to speak 10 him: for instantly her little voice
was heard, as she piped out the query:
"Does you love little girls?"
The man looked at her moment rather
grufiy and then replied:
"No-I DON'T"
4 shade of unutterable disappointment
and surprise was instantly daguerreotyped
upon the sweet and blooming countenance
Of the child, but passed away when she re-
piled:
"Yes-you dow
The man reused himself and took another
look He was evidently both puzzled and
interested, and he said
"How do you know?"
And she replied:
"Cause you looked as if you did,
This thawed him out some, and he said:
II have got little girl at home"
The little questioner now evidently felt
that she was on the right track" and after
look that showed that this intelligence
presented a new and unexpected view of
the affair, renewed the conversation earnest
ly, and the following colloquy ensued;
docs you love your little girl?"
"Yes."
"Is she real good little girl?"
Sometimes she is
"Is she naughty sometimes"
eyes"
Docs she go down in the kitchen when
she hadn't ought tot"
"Yes, sometimes"
"Do you whip your little girl when she
is naughty"
Sometimes.
"Does she cry when you talk to her and
tell her she is naughty"
"Yes."
"Then do you whip herr"
"Sometimes."
"When she says she is sorry do you whip
her them"
mo, never"
The little creatures eyes danced and
sparkled at this, and drawing conclusions,
and no doubt from her own experience, she
exclaimed:
"I's real glad, I IS"
Then looking at the other man who had
refused to answer the question she had put
to him, she said to her newly made friend
with look of wonder:
"That man won't speak to me Does he
love little girls?"
The man had heart somewhere, and
he thawed out. Rousing himself, he exten-
ded his brawny hand and said:
"How do you do, sissy"
ana the llttle creature not altogether at
her ease, replied:
"Is pretty well-how is your"
By this time all within hearing of them
we're moved to tears-the eyes Of the par
ents of the little prattler were full to over
howing-and those who were nearest, heard
one of the men she had questioned say to
the other:
"Shes little witch"
And so she was! Her blooming beauty
and her infantile artlessness were powerful |
enough to break through the roughness, the |
weariness, the reserve, and Indifference of
the travel worn men Of the world, and to
melt them to tears.