The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1867-05-03
Escaped from Justice.

1t was bitter night in January
a night when homeless wanderers on
the moors might have sunk down
and frozen to death, and the very mar.
row seemed to CONCEAL in ones
bones.
There's one advantage in steam,'
growled a fat old gentleman in the
corner seat; wind aud weather don u
effect it. No flesh and blood horse
could stand a night like this, but the
iron horse keeps straight ahead,
whether the thermometer is ut zero
or at boiling water heat
just then the conductor entered.
Tickets, gentlemen, if you please
Its, Its a a. dreadful IT,. night, conductor,
for my ticket, in the breast pocket OF
my coat.
dreadful, SIR fcelingly responded
the conductor. why, the brakemen
can't live outside, and so l look the
other way when they creep in, poor
fellows, TO get breath OF warm air
at the stove. We haven't had such
Il night since year ago come the
second of February, when Tom
Blakeslee, the baggage master, froze
both his feet, and a woman who was
coming on from Chicago got off at
Blinn Four Corners with a babe in
her arms, a corpse!j
Frozen to death 2
Aye, frozen to death, and she new
er thought, poor thing, but that II
was asleep. My baby's cold,' says
she, but we'll soon warm it when VIC
get home 1t was just such night
AS this.
And the conductor opened the
door, and plunged across the coup.
ling into the next car, crying out:
'Hardwick!
1t was quite a considerable city
with handsome iron depot, farine
gas lamps, and the usual crowd
around the platform, with its hands
in its pockets and its cigar ends ham
ing through the night.
Our Car WAS nearly the last of the
long train, and but one passenger en-
tered it-a slender young girl, wrap
ped in gray blanket shawl, ant
wearing neat little travelling hat o.
gray straw, trimmed with stone. col
ored velvet flowers. She seemed Il
hesitate, like one unused to travelling
and finally sat down near the door.
Pardon me, young lady, said
'but you had better come nearer tn
stove stth -..tt ...-.'
She started, hesitated an instant
and then obey ed.
'Does the train go on To Bayswa
!. ter?' she asked, in voice so delicious
ly soft and sweet that it seemed t,
thrill through me.
Yes. Can be of any service t
:, you2'
!. .Oh, uo-at least not till we reac
Baysuater. Iwould like carriag
then . -..
we shall not be there yet thes
n three hours
y 'Do we stop again p
r only at Exmouth.' . III .-
She drew deep sigh, seemingl
of relief. and settled back in her co
ner. BY the light of the lamp th'
hung in its brass fixture opposite,
could see her face was that OF Low
No lyo child. Apparently she was NJ
' more than sixteen, with large bl,
- eyes, golden hair drawn straig
away from her face, and a little ros
mouth like that of baby. ,.,a
do you expect friends to meet "
at Bayswater, my child 2 ! asked o
cidentally. .s.,gr .' a!o.
mo sir am going to schc
there. .l lsiL sa.api - oaa ia 2!
~ 1T will be an awkward hour
you to arrive by yourself-one In t
~; mo5a,nsi 'ohl am hot afraid She .ai
TX, with an artless little laugh; j, sh,
M 20 straight to the Seminary Ii6G
on So the express train thundered o
n, with steady, ceaselesC phlping at
i iren, heart, and constant roar.nAa
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