Delaware weekly Republican. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1841-188?, 1857-03-05
A NIGHT IN A RAILWAY STATION

Who does not remember the night of the.
---of January, 1856, when after cold day
with deep snow on the ground, there came up
that furious, bitter wind which piled drifts
along our streets, filed up our railroads, and
buried for the rest Of the win er many little
country lane. | do for one, and will tell you
why.
A dear friend OF nline who lives at---on |
the Delaware, about ten miles from the city, |
was very ill, and twice week, during the |
winter, went to see her, going out by the New |
York Railroad which passed close by her resi- |
dence.
On that Tuesday, went out in the morning
as usual, and when it was time for me to return
10 the city, my friends sent me in their sleigh
TO the station house, and left me there =bout
seven O'Clock in the evening, momently ex-
peGting the cars.
Another sleigh drove up, and young lady
was lifted out by an elderly gentleman, she
called &c Uucle.n
81 don't like to leave you hero, Nell," lie
said.
"Why, dear Uncle, hasn't father done it
every week this winter The conductor knows
us, and brother VIII always meets ME at the
depot. wouldn't miss tonight for anything.
am to sing Casta Diva, you know, and have
been practising it this six months, for one Of
those musical evenings. Why, must co.
Don't you see it is imperative Father trusts
me alone. Ho will be alarmed if do not re-
turn Tonight"
swell, we'll But it is so bitter cold and
blowing so - he added, still doubtfully.
Sc Never mind. In five minutes at furthsSt
shall be in good, warm cars. lii another half
hour with VIII in our carriage, and soon after
that snug at home. So don't worry about me.
And don't wait uncle. You know you prom
Used aunt that you wouldn't wait. She said it
was madness to go out allwith your sore throat.
| have come so often alone, why need you fear
now2"
We'll, are you warm This wind goes to
ones bones!''
9. Do look at my furs7 Lined cloak, muft,
shoes and all"
"Woll, shall lcsve John here with YOU
Goodnight, dear"
"Good-night, uncle"
Hardly was her uncle out of sight, when
she turned to John, the coachman, who was
stamping his feet upon the platform.
{. Are you very cold John Z" she asked.
Yes, Miss. got chilled gearing up, and
I'm after forgetting my tippet."
Another sleigh jngled up. Out Of it sprung
a tall young gentleman muffled in thick shawl.
The driver had lantern, and taking it from
him, the gentleman held it aloft, and surveyed
those who would be his fellow passengers, that
is, the young lady and myself.
sc All, Miss Glare, how do you do lie cX-
claimed, gladly. Aud Miss Glare answered
bis greeting, calling him Mr.. Woodwork. lie
went on to say, how surprised no was that he
was in time for the cars, for the snow had been
so drifted that he had been more than an hour
in reaching the station. H. had only come on
because he thought the cars might BIO little
behind time on account of the snow.
Miss Clare, too, had thought she should
never arrive and she was SO sorry Tor poor
John, whom her uncle had left to take care OF
her, and who would be almost frozen in wait
ting and walking home.
/ INT cir iVh NTit
passes your unGle's house" said the gentleman,
s shall be most happy to take care Of you.-
1t il bad night for walking, tho wind is SO
searching, and the snow drifted."
Miss Glare gladly assented, and was heartily
pleased to see the poor, chilled fellow, well
wrapped in robe, driving off in comfort. We
heard aflorward that on arriving at her unclDss
no reported, that as the cars were just coming
no thought he might leave Miss Ellen in Mr.,
Woodworth's care. So her relatives passed
the night in comfort OF mind and body.
The statiou house was a little frame building
consisting Of only one room with no fire in it.
1t sheltered US from the wind, but nevertheless
began to get bitter cold, and listened Gag
orly for the cars. halfhour passed and they
had not come. Ny two companions in nsfor-
tnnc still talked merrily, with an occasional
wonder At the delay, and speculation on its
cause. Mr.. Woodwork had hung the lantern
upon high nail, aud | could often see their
idCtSs l. nat OF MISS Glare was pretty ana uol,
lcate. Just now it was all smiles and rOsness
Mr.. WoOdworth's WAS dark, moustached and
handsome. | was muce interested iu the pair
ent my interest met with no returns, for they
neither OF them noticed mo any more than il
was invisible.
knew by their conversation that they were
hot more acauaintdnces. There was a subdusd
htlf expressed tono sometimes a WARMTH and
sometimes hesitation, which seemed signih-
cant to me- imagine that the circumstance
ri there being so alone here, only made them
more reserved, imposing sweet restraint,
which scarcity whispered how near they were
~ zach other.
Another hour passed. Even the loYars wcro
sold now. The cutting wind stole in at innu-
snerabla crannies, piled little heaps Of snow
mere and there on the floor, and swept across
Tho railroad as if it would carry our little tene
tnent with it. Tho telegraph lines sounded out
ioHg, wild notes, the Storm Kings own RoliAn
nsrp, making fearful music for his majesty
81 Inc nne, hard snow, driven against the thin
walls, sounded like a battery of needless
=" The snow must have dcitted yefy much IN
detain the train 80 long; perhaps we had bette,
return 2" said Mr.. Woodworth.
s'That would be inposSIble 7 could 80,
walk SO far i'll this wind, even ii shsrs were M
Snowdrifts, % the lady answered.