Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1868-02-12

ry must have passed before d. d.: 1T took
the place of the dingy lamp in that dismal
room. felt like going mad when |
thought of my anxious mother and sister,
who by this hour were expecting me at the
fremont. What if my friend should be
out OF town? and if he came what could
he say or do? How was this dreadful af-
fair to end not word was spoken the
lamp went out, the gray morning came in.
yet within this room all was silent.
could not help casting my eyes on the gray
blanket III the corner and then | fancied
the policeman began to take an interest in
1t also, and L looked In another direction.
The sun came out, max ing us all look more
wretched by its bright rays. Still our
messenger did not come. Another train Of
cars now came laundering up to the depot
Voices were heard in the ladies' room ad-
joining us, and one female voice, raised to
high pitch, caught my ear, saying" |
want to find the conductor of the night ex-
press on the r. l. train"
Why this gave me comfort cannot
tell, for surely it was familiar voice, but
| started to my feet, and was making for
the door, when the policeman stopped me.
| had forgotten that [ was prisoner how
miserable I felt now What disgrace
Oh, my poor mother | really did begin
to feel like murderer. At this moment
man from the outside opened the door,
when an excited female rushed in, and see
ing me, she screamed, There he is that
is the very man ,"
"And [ felt as if | was condemned and
bun at hut L at la to
look up | too screamed out, 1t is she
seize her This is the very woman | told
you Of ,"
BY this time all the passengers and en-
ployees Of the last train crowded into the
small room, hearing the loud words uttered
in an excited tone, while others peeped in
through the dirty windows
q" l had hold of the young woman, and
she had me fast 10y my coat-tail. | wanted
to shake her, and she was trying hard to
shake me, while roars of laughter filled the
room you see they did know it was case
of murder. did not feel like laughing, |
cal tell you, and [ dreaded to announce
the dreadful guilt of this young girl, But
was she not denouncing me
| gave one anxious look at the crowd
of faces, and there, at the nearest window
stood the CONDUCTOR and my much wished
fcr friend They could not get in, the
crowd was so excited. But give me a wo-
nan for making herself heard. My lady
would have her say and thus she spoke
What have you done with tie box [ left
urder our seat? Oh, tell me is it safe;
tol | cannot find the conductor who was on
tn. train when | left it
Poor soul how | felt for her; yet |
must tell the truth so | pointed to the
buldle in the far corner, now nearly hid
by the crowd She made one dive for it.
and caught it up in her arms so eagerly
that | feared the lid might open and dis
cloe her secret
Il But she appeared only anxious for its
safety, and so soon as she could find room
to do SO, she opened the guitar-case and
displayed 70 that curious throng the
waxen image of a murdered infant
:" | do not think one half of that goodlie
companle even understood what all the
fuss had been about, and it took consider
able explanation 20 make f.IIy >-..le.
stand it, so deeply interested had | been
in the bloody affair. The first thing did
clearly understand was, that my city friend
and conductor were grinning through the
nov open window; and beckoning me TO
cone to them. Was | free? Could | go?
Hal it been a horrid dream, from which
bright sunbeams had kindly aroused me
We did get together at last as the crowd
dispersed, and the now smiling young wo-
man told us of the great fright she had
hal. | told her nothing of my own fright,
| foI [ did not wish the ridiculous story to
sp,ead, and it was kept pretty quiet at
tht time | am older now, and can
/ laugh over it with the best of them, but it
was sorry joke on me that morning.
1t appeared that the young girl was
/ quite an artist in her way. and had made
ofwax this very natural figure of murd-
erd infant for travelling museum that
WIS to leave Chicago in a few days on
bat, to exhibit their wonders in the rural
ditricts along the Lake Shore. She was
pDud of this, her best piece of work, and
had started with it packed carefully in her
oil guitar box, intending to take it on to
Chicago that same night but on reaching
astation where she had some friends re-
sling, the conductor handed her a note
aklng her to step out moment to speak
friend. She went at once, expecting
b resume her seat in few moments, but
Ae was not in time, for as she talked the
ars started, and size was left.
''She told us she was nearly frantic
rhen she thought of her precious wax fig
ire, and she took the first train coming to
he city freight train though it was. and no
me could describe her distress at not find
Al L. IL
and out of the cars. She expressed her
great delight at recognizing me in the
depot, her great JOY at finding her treasure
safe, etc.
But how differently it appeared in the
bright sunlight How could we ever
lave mistaken it for bona fide dead
ba5y2 But all hulfa,lvvp, aud
tie lamps were very dim when we first be-
lield it. Well, to cut long story short l
will add that | did take breakfast at the
fremont with my mother and sister. and
lid not explain at that time why | was so
ate. But | had little party in my own
Dom that night, when my friend and the
ympathizing conductor drank my health
il sparkling Catawba, and promised to
Eeep my secret until l could better bear
is being told They urged me follow up
ny acquaintance with the young artist
hut | had enough of her, and from that
day to this | will never show any polt
sttentions to any lady with guitar-case
What might it not contain ?"
Visit 20 an Indian Village in Alaska
! \ correspondent of the Roston Jo,rnn
gives the following account of visit tt