Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1855-09-05

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toilet completed, when the whistle sound
ed ard drawing the thick veil over my
face, | made my way to the nearest car.
And now commenced the development.
The handsome and gentlemanly conduc-
tor nearly knocked me over in the door
way, in his willingness to pioneer lady
IN blue silk with four flounces, satchel,
a hat box, parasol, and lap dog, safe
ly out upon a platform. Returning, while
[ stood gazing vacantly at the rows of
hats and boots before me, none of which
moved to relinquish a seat in my behalf,
the model conductor pointed to an un-
comfortable corner seat, between black
woman with baby, and white woman
with two babies. OF course, 1 accepted
1t, and the cunning pranks of the little
African made my hard seat endurable
"Well, reached the city, and made my
way to Weaver's fashionable store. The
skies were weeping briskly, and l, carry
ing blue cotton umbrella, probably did
not call up golden visions to the eyes of
the young gentlemen clerks who lounged
upon the counters, or sat with feet eleva-
ted at alarmingly acute angles, as | en-
tered. When L enquired for silk, tis.
sues, grenadines, any fine summer dress
goods there was one undivided stare.
at would take too much time to tell
how some strainer silks, and half cotton
berages were first produced, and how 1
eventually convinced them that l under
stood their proper quality. Suffice it TO
say, purchased nothing there, though
tempting articles were finally displayed
before me, but suited myself at less pre-
tentious establishments.
Next, to Mrs. LasalIe's ! went, whose
analhemas upon me for detecting the
cotton laces presented me for linen, l will
not repeat but must say they were deliv-
cred in very un Countess like rage,
though in excellent French.
Il did not try the shoe store that day,
but IN passing DR.. Rs Office, something
prompted me to enter. had been
amused, and not the least disappointed
by my aftornoon's- experiensos, but now
little anxiety mingled with much curl
osity. bethOught me of nervous
tooth ache that had robbed me of sleep
for portion of several nights, and which
[ had sedulOusly concealed from the
family, chiefly because Aunt Lucy's in.
fallible remedy in such cases was whis-
key and ginger boiling hot, remedy 10
me, infinitely worse than the disease
Perhaps DR.. Il. could name something
less Objectionable.
81 rang gently, and was admitted
The Doctor, who was talking and smo-
king with dashing young man, glanced
at my dress as L entered, and without
further notice, went on with the conver-
ton. Finally 1 instituted slight cough,
and he turned towarl ME with
"Well, old lady, what's the matter
with you 90
81 enquired in a suffering voice, the
best cure for an aching Gooth.'
"'Crookediron, marin, applied cold. is
the best thing, and animal magnetism
is next best. Ever try it, hey p And
the man of science wlnked and grinned
at his companion, who elected a quid of
tobacco from his mouth, quite near my
poor gingham skirt, and laughed immod-
eralely. In two seconds l was in the
street, and on my way to the Depot,
questioning within myself, whether t.ere
are such qualities yet remaining in our
world, as an6Ougt honesty and kindness.
My doubts were to be removed. The
train stood at the Depot as L came in
sight, and L hurried my steps lest it
should depart without me.
81 managed to gain il seat, but had no
Time To purchase ticket, and when the
conductor came, felt for my port mon
ME 10 pay the necessary fare. 1t was
gone An exploration of my pocket 10
Its lowest depths availed nothing, and L
was in dilemma. L explained the mat
ter TO him, assuring him | should leave
the uain at the next station, and would
there borrow the amount. He left me,
muttering his suspicious that the story
was lie, and went his rounds.
Soon atter, some one touched my ell
bow, and on looking around, was greet
ed by lank, ragged, uncombed Irish
man, who smiled and held something to-
ward me. 1t was my porte monnie.
Faith and havn't been sarchin the
cars for ye this blessed WHILE said he
sure twas meself that saw ye take yer
handkerchief from yer pocket, and send
this ere thing S. inning on the paving
stones. And ye didn't see Pat Crugan
after ye-failh, if l hadn't been comm
the same road, precious hunt ye might
have had for it Bless the untutored.
uncorrupted Irish heart
"And now l was at o. Station, and
the sun though low in the west, was shi.
ming brightly. L went directly to the
ladies' room, and in five minutes emerg.
ed therefrom well dressed lady, with
an uncovered bonnet of the latest impor-
tation. As the conductor crossed the
platform TO give orders. L stepped up