Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1867-04-25
N. o. WALLACE, ]
Established December 18th, 1850.
A Conductor Caught.

A Conductor Caught.
"Halloa, Limpy, the cars vii
start in a minute: hurry up, or WI
shall leave you behind!" :.
The cars were waiting at a sta
ton of one of our Western rail
roads. The baggage master wa
busy with checks. The men were
hurrying to and fro with checks
and valises, packages and trunks
men, women and children were
running for the cars and hastily
securing their seats while the 10
comotive snorted, pulled and blow.
| ed.
A man carelessly dressed was
standing on the platform Of the
depot. He was looking around
him, and seemingly paid little at
tention to what was passing. 1t
was easy to see that he was lame.
At a hasty glance one might easily
have supposed that he was neith-
er a man of wealth nor influence.
The conductor of the train gave
him a contemptuous look, and
slapping him Familiarity on the
shoulder, called out
"Halloa, Limpy, better get
aboard, or the cars will leave you
behind!'
Cline enough, I reckon" re-
piled the individual addressed, and
he retained his seemingly listlcss
position.
The last trunk was tumbled in
to the baggage car. "All aboardp
cried the conductor. "Go on,
Limpy!" said he, as he passed the
lame, carelessly dressed man.
The lame man made no reply.
Just as the train was slowly
moving away, the lame man step
ped on the platform of the last
car, and walking in quietly, took a
seat. ~ f
The train had moved on a few
miles, when the conductor appear
ed at the door of the car where
our friend was sitting. Passing
along, hesoon discovered the stran-
ger whom he had seen at the sta
ton.
"Hand out your money here"
81 don't pay" replied the lame
man very quietly.
Don't pay?"
"No, sir.
"We'll see about that. I shall
put you out at the next station,
and he seized the valise which
was on the rack over the head of
our friend.
"Better not be too rough, young
man." returned the stranger.
The conductor released the car
pet bag for a moment; and seeing
he could do no more then, he
passed on to collect the fare from
the other passengers. AS he STOP
ped at a seat a few PAGES of, a gen.
tleman who had heard the conver-
sation just mentioned, looked up
at the conductor, and asked him
"Do you know to whom you.
were speaking just now? 2" 81
"No, SIR" mgI
"That was Peter Warburton,
the President of the road"
care you sure of that, sir y
replied the conductor, trying to
conceal his agitation.
81 know him"
The color rose a little in the
young mans face, but with a
strong effort he controlled HIM
self, and went on collecting his
fare as usual.
Meanwhile, Mr.. Warburton sat
quietly in his seat-none of those
near him could unravel the ex-I
preston of his face nor could tell
what would be the next movement
in the scene. And he-of what
thought he? He had been rude
Iy treated; he had been unkindly
taunted with the infrmity which
had come, perhaps through no
fault of his. He could revenge
himself as he chose. He could
tell the directors the simple truth,
and the young man would be de-
prived of his place at once.
he do it?
And yet, why should he care?
He knew what he was worth
He knew how he had risen by his
own exertions to the position he
now held. When, a little orange