The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1868-07-29

and unfortinlt with them six children of
his, that / don't know. I-hope the Lord
will show me my duty and give me strength
to take the Squire, for better or for worse,
if its right and best. | don't never want
to shirk my duty, marin. When did your
husband die, marin ?"
"Parkersburg! screamed the conductor:
"Stop five minutes for refreshments and
changes cars for Wallingford, Amsterdam,
and Myrtle Ridge!"
The woman with the baby rose quickly.
A thrill of Joy went through Mr.. Corban.
He thought she was at her journeys end.
He, too, rose with alacrity."
"Can I assist you any way, madam ?" he
asked gallantly.
aThaank you, l will Just trouble you to
hold baby while l go and get cup of
coffee. l breakfasted early and need some
thing warm. Be careful and hold his head
high; he is subject to the Group"
And before Corban could utter one word
by. the way of refusal she had put the baby
in his arms and was rushing off with the
crowd.
Our unfortunate hero felt himself grow
ing hot and cold alternately. He had
served two years with credit in the war
and been i'll a score of battles, but through
it all he had never experienced such
sinking at the stomach as came over him
now.
Most of the passengers left the cars, and
Corban would have done likewise, but ne
feared he might lose sight of the baby's
mother, and the train would start without
him. So in an agony of terror lest some
thing dreadful should happen, he stood
there in the isle holding the baby at arms
length and fixing his frantic gaze on the
door through which his deliverer would
come.
Gail aboard !" cried the stentorian voice
of a new conductor and the people rushed
IN. But the passengers were, most OF them,
new ones, for there was junction at Par
kersburg, and worse than all the baby's
mother wassnot among them. The bell
rang; the cars were moving; the door was
shut with bang; and the train was of.
Corban waxed desperate.
"Halloa, there !'' he called to the con-
ductor. s'Stop! This train can't 60 on;
there's a oman left behind! She went to
get cup of coffee Stop, l tell you, this
instant, sir!'
"What's up ?1 asked the conductor.
| "She's left the baby"
"Your wife? Oh, never mind. Such
things occur frequently. She'll come next
train
81 tell you stop! shall 60 crazy =
And--oh, what shall / do with the
baby! Say, I'll give you five dollars, ten
dollars twenty-yes, fifty dollars, if you'll
back and let me off at Parkersburg!" J"
81 should have no objection to the mo-
| ney, sir. but I couldn't oblige you if you
were one of the Rothchilds."
| And the conductor passed on his way.
ssBless your soul r' said the old lady in the
next seat, giving Corban nudge with her
parasol, "you'll suffocate the baby Don't
YOU see you're holding him with his feet
where his head ought to be? He's wrong
side up?"
Corban hastily rescued the youngSter,
which uttered a shrill cry at his treatment:
"You ort to be ashamed of yoorself!"
went on the old lady, indignantly, "to toss
that blessed child round in such an onlu
man way! A man never ort to have no
children that don't have no natural feeling
toward 'em. Sir, you was baby once
yourself!"
Just then a thin, yellow-faced woman
slipped into the seat of Mr. Corban. She
was middle-aged, but her dress had all the
gushingness of sixteen.
sLovely child!3' she exclaimed, insinua-
tingly.
The baby began to squizzle up its face
and flourish it's heels and fists.
"Dear me, how forward it is How old
is it, sir?" inquired .he spinster, for such
she was.
sI don't know'' growled Corban.
"Been widower long, sir 2" inquired
the lady.
"I? No; I never had WIFE"
ssBless me !" cried the lady "then she's
ran away and left you? Dear, dear, how
could she leave such nice man and such
a dear, darling little baby"
"What's that" inquired a middle-aged
gentleman near by, who was evidently
little deaf. "Your wife's gone and left
you, sir? Just my case, sir-exactly. My
poor Jane departed this life last May. l
got her tie handsomest gravestoue that
money could buy. There's an angel omit,
with all her wings spead, ard this Latin
inscription: Requires her cat in peace
The gravestone maker said that would be
good epigram, and L consented, as she
| was fond of a cat'
By this time the baby began to cry lust
| lily, and the whole car sympathized, espe-
cially the female passengers.
"It's got the cholera morbus," said the
old lady previously mentioned. "It'll die
for sartan if something hain't DONE"
ode? You don't think so ?" cried Cor
ban.
sDear me!'' said the thin-faced lady,
"what an inhuman woman its mother
was"