Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1856-08-02

| their affections, and limiting that even Ellcns
good sense was not proof against womaniy
weakness, and that had she not been recalled
when she was, she would have been drawn
into marriage which for reasons hereafter
to be verbally explained to me, must have
been an everlasting source OF misery to her.
At the receipt of this letter from my aunt,
was, it is needless to say, very much pained
| but being forbidden to answer it (for Ellen
was unaware that had been written to. and
the sight Ct letter in my wel'-nown
handwriting would doubtless arouse her
suspicions,). | was compelled to wait un-
til further information was afforded me. That
information never came, and untilher brother
telegraphed to me in the words with which |
have commenced my story, heard nothing
OF the Luttrel family.
Within ten minutes after received the
telegraphic message, / had thrown a few
things into a carpet-bag, had card stitched
on to it with my name, and Bottoms, Tam
worth, for the address (for L am old-fashioned
! always TO direct my luggage in case of loss,)
and was rattling in a Hanson to Euston
Square. ! arrived just in time to catch the
night mail train the platform was thronged,
there were Oxford men going back to the
university, barristers starting on circuit.
sporting men going down for the bennington
search of health. Porters were pushing rush
ing against stolid old gentlemen. crushing
their feet with enormous heavily laden bar
rows, and crying, "by your leave" while the
sufferers were clasping their manged limbs
in anguish. The postoflicc van, with its trim
arrangement OF sorting boxes, and it travel
llng.capped clerks, stood gaping to receive
the Hood OF bags pouring into it from the
shoulders OF the red coated guards non-pas-
sengers were bidding adieu to their friends
at the doors of the carriage the policemen
were busily unlocking the various labels from
neighboring Bletchley to distant Perth, with
which the vehicles were bedizened CONNER
cal gents, these knowing travellers, were set
tling themselves comfortably on the back
seats of the second class ths old gentleman
who is always late, was being rapidly hurried
b;to his Slace; and the blaek-faced stoker was
leaning forward, looking out for the signal
OF the statioI-master to 20 head, when |
sprang into a tirst-class compartment and
took the only vacant seat l found there.
Once started, / looked round upon my ira
yelling companions. who were apparent
ly OF the usual stamp. There was stout. red
faced, genteman-farme looking man, rather
flushed with the last pint of port at Simsons
and the eXertion Of cramming fat little port
manteau (the corner of which still obstinate
ly protruded) under this seat there was
thin, pale-laced curate, with no whiskers and
sldrt-collar, but with long black coat, and a
silk wastcoat buttonng round the throat,
mild, washed-out, limp, .aftcrnoon-service
style OF man, engaged in reading little book
with brass on the back, and "Ye Iyfe Of
st. CruciGdge," emblazoned of in red letters.
There was fdsety, pinched mp old lady
with face so wrinked as to make one thank,
ful she was female, as by no earthly means
could she have shaved it, who kept perpetu-
ally peering into mottled looking basket
suggestive of sandwiches and sherry TASKS,
under apprehension of having lost her ticket,
and there young man apparently devoted
to the stock-broking interest, stiff as TO all
his roundeG checked as his trousers, natty as
to his boots, who kept alternately pairing his
nails, strOking bis chin, whistling popular
to go TO sleep. Finally, on the opposite side
TO me, and in the further corner, there was
| large bundle, the only visible component
parts of which were large poncho cloak. n
black beard, and slouched, foreign looking
hat, but these parts were all so blended and
hudded together, that after five minutes sharp
scrutiny 1t would have been difficult to tell
what the bundle really was.
had arrived so late a. the station that
had not lad time to provide myself with n
book, or even, to render the Journey more
tedious, by the purchase of an evening paper;
so after, after settling down in my scat, | had
TO content myself with perusal of Bradshaw
with wondering whether anybody ever went
to Ambergate, Fiction Episcopi, or Bolton
lem oors, and what they did when they got
there, and with musing upon Heals bedstead
which, according to the advertisement could
be sent free by post and upon the dismayed
gentleman, who, in the woodcut, cannot put
up the umbrella, and is cnvious of the Sypho-
Mad individual who finds comfort in a storm.
Bat this species of amusement, though unde-
nlably exciting at first, pals on repetition,
and l soon found myselfletting the Bradshaw
drop, and endeavoring to seek solace in sleep.
To seek, but not to find TO me. sleep in q
railway carriage is next TO impossible. First
the lamp glares 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-covered 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 pins
and needles and so, after much tossing, and
tumbling, and changing from side to side, !
SIT bold upright, gazing at the lamb, and
thinking over Ellen and the object of my
Journey, until we arrive at our first halting-
place, Bletchley. lie we lose the curat, and
the stock broker, the flashing lamps of the
latter's dog-cart being seen outside the sta
tion yard. The old lady gets out too, under
the impression that we are at the Crewe, and
is only induced to return after muchassurance
and, in fact, bodily force on the part of a por-
ter. She. ], the farmer, and the bundle, are
left together again, and the train proceeds
And now, worn-out and utterly wearied, |
fall asleep in good earnest, and asleep so
soundly that 90 not rouse till q prolonged
"lloil' revorberateS in my ears, and starting
up, find the lights of CreWe station flashing
in.my eyes. the farmer and the old lady gone,
and porter holding up my carpet-bsg and
talking through the carriage window. "An
old lady has just left this carriage" says he,
"have tuke carpet'bage in mistake for her
own, she thinks. Does any one own this here
directed to Bottoms, Tamworth p
AT these words, the bundle reused, picked
itself up, and showed itself to young man,
with bearded face, and remarkably bright
teye. He seemed about to speak but l, half
asleep, reclaimed my property, handed out
the old lady's luggage, and, as the whistle
announced our departure, sank back again in
slumber.
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