Litchfield enquirer., 1865-04-13

How he could thus demeap himself, h,.bo for him. Though for the matter of that lb people were all the same, iust as if they ba whitings tied on their tails. ccnldn't kee iron talking to myself, as stood there to Sc them /; and ] f.lrly stamped when I cauol sight of our keziah, as wild as any, hurryip on with that young Bullock, with the fellow arm around her waist. The girl is mad thought, for Was beyond speech. Present. :he door was dashed open and in bounced youn Bullock. ont of breath
 Make haste, ma'am, make haste We'v kept a capital corner for you though it is oal In cattle truck they have put on behind.' Away serpent" cried i: and sinking upo chair, my feelings overcame me, and dis solved ir teara.
 l A piercing steam whistle, whose excruciutin, shrlllness turned my skin into goosehesh, rous ed me ffom my misery. With my fingers in m, ears l rushed to the door just in time to SC, Siowman dragged from an open carriage win dow winch he had attempted to enter while tn, tram was moving from the platform, when tn, porters had secured him by the heels and Dull ed him ignominously forth like thief laughed scornfully, for I Was half glad to be hold him punished for his assertion and neg lect of the wife of his bosom.
 If ever there was finger of Providence.' l said as he came up to where stood. looking sheepish enough as you may suppose if eye1 there was finger of Providence Slowman, that was one!
 l am good tempered enough if everything goes smooth, nobody can deny that or if they do, will go further and show them that folks are never so put out as when they are contra dicted flat. No lamb but would feel mortified at being left behind by an excursion train nc lamb but woald be in tantrums at it. It is as much as to say you are not good enough for our company. Now have my own opinion on that matter. and will never sit under any. body's footstool, that I am determined Con- sequently do not mind admitting that for ti,e next two hours Slowman led pretty life of ii with me, and I have no doubt he was quite sincere in wishing himself at home and me at Jerlco, though he need not have put himself to the trouble of repeating that wish so often as he did.
 If 1t had not been that Keziah was actually gone on with that young Bullock, 'who,' said 'i he does not take care may find himself fig- urlng at the Aeter assize court some fine day Tor abduction or arson, or something worse If 1t had not been for that. and that they kept on deceivlng us with the promise of another spe- uG. l nave turned round and walked myself back every step of the way to Slowmanseigh, and have entered an action against the railway company the very next day for breach of promise,' and would have had the Lord Chancellor to lay the damages.
 may be deceived, for am not the Pope of Rome. but believe it was half past ten or a quarter to eleven-I won't be particular to a minute--I only know the telegraph wires were buzzing so, that expected each moment they would go off like gun--when we saw the up signal turn slowly round, by which we knew our train was coming in at last. People had begun to look blank and limp with waiting, but now they hustled about as lively as crickets and swarmed like ants in and out of the offices.
 I: is a matter of history how Jessie, the Flower of Dunblane, sang 'The' 'Campbell's are coming at the relief of Lucknow; but never knew what it was to enter into her feelings poor thing, till heard the whistle of the en- zine and saw that train come sailing alongside the platform. 1 coulG have kissed the stoker for joy. though he was as sooty as sweep There was no room to spare, so people tumbled in just wherever they could. Luckily, Slow man and found beautiful carriage with a lamp burning on the top to prevent taking lib critics in the tunnels, and wool footing up tc ] ones ankles, and cloth Innings that would have been comfortable enough had it been winter instead of broiling sun, and the precipitation running in peas down ones face. It smel rather rusty too, that's fact, and was scan dalized to see the moths walking in and ou of their holes just as they do O Sundays ir the faded green baize of Squire Jlly's pew il church directly the organ begins.
 i Apolite gentleman with large whiskers anl gold chain, worth mint of money, sat op posite to me. and more genteel Romeo and Juliet looking fellow never saw. The curl 0 his moustachos spoke volumes of military TO nance. It seemed to me he must have beer i bred up in the Castle of Otranto and that h, held the Horse Guards in his pocket There were three others in the carriage whose ap pearance did not much regard, but he was a polite as could be, offering to let up and dowl the windows, and helping me in all name of ways. quite pattern to Slowman. Beside these there was countrYman with larg bundle which he pushed under my seat and young lady, dressed to death, as they say with hat that would have turned Kezah' brain could she have seen it.
 What with the heat and standing about, could scalce;y keep my eyes open and hae not been seated minute before forgot al about tbe roses at the back of my bonnet, ant resting my head so that they must have beer squeezed into pancake, dropped asleep a sound as roach and woke up three minute afterwards, under the impression we were ar rived at Xeter. Nothing of the sort Ther was porter at the window asking to see ou tickets, and Slowman was tapping one pocke and then another as if that would create them and at last had to confess that he had handed them over to Keziah take care of Of course the money had to be paid again, and the gen tleman opposite with the large whskers ant watch-chain I fancied eyed Slowmans purs, quite rudeiy when he took it out. For thougl it was but common leather bag, there wa plenty of lining to it that is certain. Then as they make point of doiug. the porter mus needs open the door and slam it again with al his might, bawlng out All right as if h' would insult us to the last whereby my dres got jammed, and the next time I moved it tor. quarter of a yard three-cornered rent
 With screech like my godnother used te give when she sung, There was an old woman all skin and bone (which is always associated m my mind with the smell of hot punch ant the wlnd rumbling in the chimney) the engiu, oragged us sulkily out of the station, and o course you may suppose we were off at last.- Nothlhg Of the kind, bless your heart The, simply shunted us on to the middle line n1 better than so many luggage vans :: and tber, we stuck s'mmerring and splitting, Chat is tn,