Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1862-05-27
GLIMPsEs INSIDE THE CARS.

1t was a raw, gusty, November morning,
with clouds Of a dull, blush gray folded
heavily over tue sky, aud the earth wearing
that srmbre, dismal aspect, which told as
mainly as words could have dcae. that her
glory had departed that the Old age of
another year had fallen upon her and that
nothing remained To her now Tut struy-
Cling through winds and storms into De-
cember and then a shrOUd.
An old woman aud young girl entered
the cars which were piunging on to New
York. They were neatly but plainly
dressed, and looking about them with that
half shy, half curious manner which iudi-
Gated AT once that they were not accustom-
ed to travel moreover, there was a slightly
foreign sir about them, and if you are a
student of national physiognomy,yo you would
at once have settled it in your mind that
they were English people.
The old woman was very pale and deli>
cate, evidently in i'll health, and there was
something touching in the silyery braids of
her hair that we're cOmbcd so smoothly
over her wrinkled forehead, and in the
| mild, faded, half sorrowful eyes, that told
/ you at once her passage through life had
not been a smooth one.
But the young woman, or girl, oh, it
would have done your heart good to look on
her! There was such a rich, healthful
bloom on her cheeks, there was go much
hone and brightness in her blue eyes, so
much innocence and sweetness in the quiet
smile which her lips f, II into so naturally,
that, gazing on her, good heart could not
help praying that the young girl might
find a very happy life in the new lanG to
which she had come.
A few sentences must tell the history OF
these people. The young girl was betrothed
| to the old woman's only son. He had been
in America for more than year, and as
! soon as the industrious young carpenter
had earned money sufficiently to see bis
way clear to provide them humble but
| comfortable home, he had written over
| the seas
"MoruER AND MARY Sell off all the
old furniture and come straight to me-"
And they had come-these two tender,
| loving, trusting women, the old and the
young, Cor Mary was an orphan, and there
were no strong ties to bind her to the
fatherland.
The steamer had reached Boston three
DAYS before. They had written to Charles,
informing him of their arrival. and expect
| ing that he would meet them. But he did
| not; and so, fearing the letter had been
delayed, they started for New York.
The cars were not filed this morning. for
the travelling season was over. The young
girl took up paper which some passenger
| bad thrown down on the seat before her.
She run her eyes, half carelessly over
the column. Suddenly they paused o
moment, dark terror seemed to creep
| into their brightness, her face settled down
into a white, deathly rigidness, cry, not
loud, or sharp, but deep, oh, so very deep,
with a broken hearts agony, wavered over
her lips, and she sank back, not uncon-
scious, but stunned, paralyzed with the
| awful darkness those three newspaper lines
had brought down upon her life.
"What is il? What is it Mary ?" eager.
! " cried out the old woman, as the girl
turned her DUN, stony face towards her
She did not speak. She only pointed to
the paper. The cid woman grasped II
eagerly with her shaking hands. In a
| moment she too had reached the lines which
told how young carpenter, Charles DAVIS
had fallen accidently from the roof OF
high building in New York, and was taken
| up dead.
1t is mercy that the mind cannot OF
once grasp a sudden evil, the great shocks
are usually bewilderi3g. In this case 1t
was 80. The mother did not shrek or faint;
but with low, shisering "God help us y
she sank back, and the cars plunged Oh,
with those two white, stony faces.
Only once either spoke. A CLEAN OF
hope shot up suddenly into the mothers