Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1867-10-25
Miseellamn.
Escaped from Justice.

1t was bitter cold night in January
night when homeless wanderers on the
moors might have sank down frozen to
death, and the very marrow seemed to
CONCEAL in ones bones.
"There's one advantage in steam,"
growled fat old gentleman in the corner
seat; 'wind and weather don't affect it.
No flesh and blood horse could stand
night like this, but the iron horse keeps
straight ahead, whether the thermometer
is at zero or at boiling water heat"
Just then the conductor entered.
"Tickets, gentlemen, if you please"
dts dreadful night, Conductor" l
said, feeling with stiffened fingers, for my
ticket, in the breast pocket Of my coat.
"Dreadful, sir" feelingly responded the
conductor. "Why, the brakemen can't
live outside, and so look the other way
when they creep in, poor fellows, to get a
breath of warm air at the stove. We
haven. had such night since year ago
come the second of February, when Tom
Blakes, the baggage master, froze both his
feet, and woman who was coming on
from Chicago, got eff at Blinn's Four Cor
ners with her baby in her arms dead
corpse.
"Frozen to death p
"Aye, frozen to death, and she never
thought poor thing, but that it was asleep.
"My baby's cold, says she, but we'll soon
warm it when we get home,' 1t was just
such night as this"
And the conductor opened the door and
plunged across the coupling into the next
car, crying out:
"Hardwick."
1t was quite considerable city-with
a handsome Iron Depot, faring glass
lamps, and the usual crowd around the
platform, with its hands in its pocket, and
its cigar ends flaming through the night.
Our car was nearly the last Of the long
train, and but one passenger entered it-a
slender young girl, wrapped in gray blan-
ket shawl, and wearing neat little trav-
cling hat of gray straw, trimmed with stone
colored velvet flowers. She seemed to
hesitate, like one unused to travelling, and
finally sat down near the door.
"Pardon me, young lady," said "but
you had better come nearer the stove."
She started, hesitated an instant, and
then obeyed.
"Does the train 60 on to Bayswater y?
she asked in voice SO deliciously soft and
sweet that seemed to thrill through me.
"Yes. Can be of any service to your
"Oh, no-at least not until we reach
Bayswater. / would like carriage them"
1--WE shall not be there yet these three
hours"
Do we stop again 7"
"Only at Exmouth."
She drew deep sigh, seemingly of re-
lief, and settled back in her corner. By
the light OF the lamp in the brass fixture
opposite, could see her face, and little
rosy mouth like that Of baby.
ado you expect friends to meet you at
Bayswater, my child ?" / asked incidental
ly.
"No sir-l am going to school there"
at will be an awkward hour for you to
arrive by yourself-one in the morning"
"Oh, am not afraid" she said, with
an artless little laugh; 81 shall 60 straight
to the Seminary"
So the express train thundered on, with
steady, ceaseless pulsing at its iron heart,
and constant roar.
Suddenly the signal whistle sounded,
the train began to slacken its speed.
.Surely we're not at Exmouth yet" /
though, sunless I have fallen asleep, and
allowed the progress of time to escape