The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1867-01-10
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ESCAPED FROM JUSTICE.

It was bitter night in January
night when homeless wanderers on the
moors might have sunk 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 cor
ner seat; wind and weather don't af-
feet 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 boil
ing water heat
Just then the conductor, entered
''Tickets, gentlemen, if you please"
"It's dreadful night, Conductor"
said, feeling, with stiffened fingers,
for my ticket, in the breast pocket of
my coat.
dreadful, sir,' feelingly responded
the conductor. why, the brahemen
can't live outside, and so / look the
other way when they creep in, poor
fellows, to get breath Of warm air at
the stove. We haven't had such a
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's Four Cor
ners with her baby in her arms, a dead
corpse!''
Frozen to death %
"Aye, frozen to death, and she never
thought, poor thing, but that it was
asleep, my baby's cold,' says she,
but IL 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 gas
lamps, and the usual crowd around the
platform, with its pockets, and is cigar
enps 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 blanket shawl, and
wearing neat little travelling hat OF
gray straw, trimmed with a stone-col
ored velvet flowers. She seemed to
hesitate, like one unused to travelling,
and finally sat down near the door.
Pardon me, young lady," said 1,
"but you had better come nearer the
stove
She startdd, hesitated an instant, land
then oheyed.
Does this train go on to Bayswater p
icl, in 6o1i c1yrc co
and sweet that it seemed to thrill
through me.
Eyes. Can I be Of any service to
you p
"Oh, no-at least not until we reach
Bayswater. would like a carriage
then"
eve shall not be there yet these
three hours
DO we stop again p
"Only at Exmouth."
She drew deep sigh, seemingly OF
relief, and settled back to her corner
By the light of the lamp that hung ir
it's brass fixture opposite, I could see
her face, that of lovely child. Ap
parently she was not more than sixteen
with large blue eyes, golden hair drawn
straight away from her face, and lit
tie rosy mouth like that of q baby.
I do you expect friends to meet Al
Bayswater, my child ?" I asked, Incl
: dentally.
"No, sir-I am going to school there
cit will be an awkward hour for yor
to arrive by yourself-one in the morn
7 ing"
''Oh, am not afraid" she said, with
an artless little laugh; 81 shall &C
straight to the Semin..r.s,."
: So the express train thundered on
with steady, ceaseless .pulsing at it,
iron heart, and constant ro4c.
Suddenly the signal whistles sound
ed, the train began to slacken its speed
a Surely we're not at EXmouth yet,
e | thought, "unless / have fallen uncon
sciously asleep and allowed the the pro
: gress of time to escape me'
e glanced at my watch it was bare
: ly half past eleven, and knew we wer'
not due at Exmouth until few min
utes after twelve. I rubbed the fros
Y from the window pane and looked out
We had only stopped at lonely lit
tie way station in the midst of dens
pine woods.