The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1856-08-02

rs to make onc thankful she was a female, as
by no earthly means could she have shaved
it, who kept pcrpctually pceriug into mot.
tied looking basket Suggestive of sandwiches
and Sherry-tlasks under apprehension Of
having lost her ticket, and there young
man apparently devoted to stock -broking
interest, stiff as to all his rounder, checked
as to his trousers. natty as to his boots, who
kept alternately pairing his nails, stroking his
chin, whistling popular melodies in a SUBJ
ducd tone, and attempting to go to sleep
Fnally, on the opposite side of me, and in
the further corner, there was large bundle,
the only visible component parts Of which
were q large poncho cloak. black beard, and
sloughcd, foreign looking hat but these
parts were all so blended and huddlcd to-
gcthcr, that after five minutes sharp scrutiny
it would have been difficult to tell what tue
bundle really was. 1917 wa. ~ -
had arrived so late at the station that |
had not had time to provide myself with
book, or even, to render the journey more
so after, after settling down in my seat,
shaw, with wondering whether any body ever
went TO Ambcrgate, Fiction Epissopi, or
Bolon.le. Moors, and what they did when
bcdstcad which. according to the advertise
ment, could be sent free by post, and upon
the dismaycd gentleman. who in the wood
cut, cannot put up the umbrella, and is
cnvious of the sypnona's individual who
finds "comlort III a Storm" But this
species Of amusement though undcniaby
exciting at first, pals on repetition, and l
soon found myself letting the Bradshaw drop,
and endeavoring to seek solacc in sleep. To
seek, but not to find. To me, sleep in
railway carriage is next to impossible. First
the lamp elares in my eyes, and when try
to cover them with my hat, the stiff rim CRATES
over my nose, and scrubs me to desperation:
then the cloth-coycrcd sides of the carriage
are rough to my face: my legs are cramped,
and my feet in opposition to the rest of my
body, go to sleep, and are troubled with the
pins and needless and so, after much tossing
and tumblng, and changing from side to
side, | sit bold upright, gazing at the lamp,
and thinking over Ellen and the object of
my journey, until we arrive at our first
haltlng-rlace, Blctchlcy. Here VIC lose the
curatc and the stock broker, the flashing
lamps of the latttr's dog-cart being seen out
side the station yard. The old lady gets out
too, under the impression that we are at
Crewe, and is only induced to return after
much assurance, and, indeed, bodily force on
the part of porter. She, |, the farmer. and
the bundle are left together again, and the
tram proceeds. And now WORKOUT and
utterly wcaricd, fall asleep in good earnest.
and sleep so sound that do not rouse till
prolonged "Hoi !" rcverbe,ates in my ears.
and starting up, find the lights of Crewc
station flashing in my eyes the farmer and
old lady gone, and porter holding up my
carpct-bag and talking through the carriage
window. "An old lady has Just left this
carriage" says he, 'havc taken carpet bag
in mistake for her own, she thinks. Docs
any one own this here, directed to Bottoms,
Tamworth !'
At these words, the bundle reused, picked
itself up, and showed itself to young man,
with a bearded face, and a remarkably bright
eye. lie seemed about to speak: but |, half
asleep, reclaimed my property, handed out
the old lady's luggage, and, as the whistle
announced our departure, sank back again in
Slumber
had slept, | suppose, for about three
minutes, when was aroused by choking,
sufiocating sensation in my throat, and on
opening my eyes, saw the bearded coun-
tcnancc Of the stranger within an inch of my
face, has eyes flashing, his nostrils dilatcd,
and his whole frame quivering with emotion:
SO that his hand. although twisted in my
ncckcloth, trembling violently. Surprise for
i second nulnbed my energies, but | soon
rccollcctcd the practical teaching of my old
instructor, the Worccstcrville Nobbler, and
finding could free myself by no other means
dealt him blow with my left hard which
sent him staggering to the other end of the
carriage. lie recovered himself in an instant
and rushed Mt my again: but this time was
on my guard, and as he advanced seized his
hands by the wrists, and being much the
more powerful man, forced him into scat
and kept him there, never for an instant re-
Taxing my grip. "Let me go!" he Missed
between his teeth, speaking in foreign ac-
cent, ''Iet me go scoundrcl coward re-
lease me J"
Had any third person been present they
could not have failed 10 be amused at the
matter of fact tone of my remarks in contrast
to the high flown speech of the stranger
What the deuce do you mean, sir, by
attacking an inofiinsive man in this way Z"
said. what's your motive? You don't look
like thief
"No," he screamed, otis you who are the
thief, you who would steal from me all that
[ cherish in the world !"
"Why, never set eyes on you before" I
exclaimed, getting bewildcred and not feeling
quite certain whether was asleep or awake.
mo, but have heard of you" he replied,
''heard of you too often. ITEMS! did not you
just acknowledge you were going to Bottoms !"
"Wcll what if | am e. | asked. "You
shall never reach your destination" and with
su ddon twist he shook his hand from his
neck, spring at my face and struck me with
such force that fell OF my back on the floor
of the carriage. In falling dragged my adj
versary with me, but he was nimbler than !,
and succeeded in planting his knee Oh my
throat while he pinned my hands to my side.
Seeing me at his mercy he gave a cry Of tri-
umph, then STOPPING over me he scanned my
face with such wild and soaring glancct that
a glimmering of the truth for the first time
flashed across me-the man was mad. |
turned faint sick at the idea, and closed my
eyes. "You, an Englishman, change color
like girl You shall be yet another color
before leave you. your checks shall be blue.
your eyes red Extends tn miserable !' And
as he spoke he knclt with such force on my
throat that felt my eyes were starting from
their so,kcts;' | struggled convusiyely, but
the more | writhcd the more tightly did he
press me with his knee. until at length the
anguish grew insupportabe, and tainted.
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