The Daily clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1866-1888, 1868-06-13
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#-aDlght Wnen wanderers on the moor
Nacbt have sunk down and frozen to
zbsth, and the very marrow seemed to
Honge in ones bones.
There's one advantage in steam,"
aid fat old gentleman in the corner
sat; "wind and weather don't affect
Nh No flesh and blood horse could
sand night like this, but the iron
N horse keeps straight ahead, whether
Y be thermometer is at zero or boiling
Hot"
/ Just then the conductor entered.
Tickets, gentlemen. if you please"
"Its dreadful night, conductor" I
laid, feeling with stiffened fingers for
Imy ticket in the pocket of my coat.
Dreadful, s r." feel'ngly responded
be CONDUCTOR. "Why, the brakemen
ant live outside, and SO look the
other way when they come to get
breath Of warm air at the stove. We
haven't had such a night stree year
ago come the Sc cord of February,
when Tom Blakeslee, the baggage
master, frcze both his feet, and a
woman who was ming on from
Chicago, got off at Blinn's Four Cor
ners with baby in her arms dead
corpse"
Frozen to death?"
GAY, frozen to death, and she never
thought, poor thiog, but that it was
asleep. My poor baby is coli.' said
she, but We'll soon warm it when we
get hrme.' 1t wss just such night
as this and the conductor opened the
door and plunged across The coupling,
crying out:
"Hardwick."
It was quite considerable city
with handsome d. pot, fariDg gas
lamps, and the usual crowd around
the pl atom with their hands in their
pockets, and their cigar ends flaming
through the night. 53-a
Our car was nearly the last of tho
long train, and but one passenger en-
tered it slender young lady wrap
ped in a little hat of gray straw, trim
med with a stone -eolored velvet flower
She seemed to hesitate like one unused
10 travelling, and finally sat down by
the stove.
Pardon me, young lady," said
"but you had better come near the
door,
She started an instant, then obeyed.
"Does this train 60 to BayswaterP'
she asked in a voice so deliciously
sweet that it seemed to thrill through b
me.
Yes. Can l be of any service?'
go, no at least not until we reach
Bays water. I would Ike a carriage
them
1--WE will be there in three hours"
"Do we stop againT
"Only at Exmouth"
She drew long sigh, seemingly Of
relief, and settled back in the corner
By the light of the lamp that hung IL
its brass fixtures opposite, l could see
her face-that of lovely child. Ap
parently she was not more than SIX
te,n, with large blue eyes, wealth Q
golden hair, drawn straight away
from her face. and a rosy mouth like
that of babe.
"Do you expect friends to meet yo'
at B ,yswater, my cbild?" | asked
mo, sir; am going to school there
at will be an awkward hour Tor yo'
to arrive by yourself-one O'Clock II
the mo- ning7
80, am not afraid,'' said she, VIII
an artless little laugh; 81 shall 9
straight to the seminary"
So The express train thnndered OF
4
with steady, ceaseless pulsings at y
Iron heart, and constant roar. sas
Suddenly the signal whistle soune
ed, the trains speed began to slacKei
Surrey y we were not at Exmouth ye
unless had fallen asleep and ailoWe
the progress of time to escape me. &
We had stopped at lonely Iitt'
way station in the midst of dens
pie wood.
rs this Exmonth2" ia.t
1t was the voice of a pretty trave
lsr opposite. $50 ~