The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-08-13

way trajnssI had meyer known enything
like It'll Allebs mgsShgas had come from
Linden. The Lindenbusy telegrapher I
had known for years. His name was
Henry Glenhlhg.,a tall, brown.bearded
man, % tWeHW:nine OK thirty. Bay /
had known him lonss 4 do not .taean
that I was intimate with him, but that I
knew him as one Knows the men he
meets every aday. He Was a! superior
man, every way, as we railway men 60.
We all owned ID that in tacit way, aud
most of us liked and respected him
much. He was the last man ON the line
that any Of US would mistrust Tempo
rate, punctual, somewhat taciturn, he
was always at his post ard never made
mistakes. OF late, he had grown more
quiet than ever; it was evident that
some secret trouble was wearing on him.
His face had got care-worn look: we
noticed a streak of gray here and there
in his hair and beard. But. if anything,
he was more faithful than ever in his
work i'll the Linden office OF course,
we never spoke to him of the change in
him; but we did among ourselves, and
we're all sorry for him, in our way.
Farley said it. was his wife was leading
him sorry life of it. He had married,
year or two before, girl from Caro-
mel Corners, they said, named Mary
Winton, I think. Only the day before,
coming down with the Garrow and Glen
Kilns Express, had met Blissom, with
the up mail, at Hackerby Station, and
said to him:
"What's up with Glenning, now? He
looks dreadfully cut up"
Blissom was Lindenbury man; I live
in Tidewater, myself.
''That Mary Winton's a-leading Glen
ming naggy tramp of it, I hear" says
Blissom; he knew Mary before she was
married. 'tsThey do say she's tarrier
to go on when her backs up, and gives
it to Glenning alfred" Blissom was n
good fellow, but rough.
But, as I said, Glenning seemed ali
the more faithful since his home trou-
bles; I never thought of doubling him.
So we plunged on through the darkness.
We had passenger car that night, as it
uncommonly happened, directly behind
the tender. Istood on the forward plat
form, and kept an anxious lookout. The
air was full of thick drizzle; our speed
made strong West wind there, outside.
On we went, keeping our pace we'll up
we had no right to go ahead of time
through Sadler's drop, in the Clitheroe
Hills, out then into the level country
beyond. AS the whistle blew for Gar
rowfield Station, passed back through
the forward car. The telegraph Office in
Garrowield isa little East of the plat
form. Seeing the passengers look hard
at me, I then first noticed that my
clothes were dripping wet. Near the
rear end of the car an Irish woman sat,
with her head on the window, fast asleep.
I shook her roughly; hoped she might
get down here. She started up with q
confused futter.
"This Hackerby, sir2'
''Last station back" I said. you're
too far on"
COW, thin, an' whatll liver I do?"
says she. ''Shure, Dennis is afther OK
pectin' of me, an he'll think I'm kilt in
tirely."
you must get off here" I said.
"Come, be quick" The train was be-
ginning to slow speed.
"Shure, thin, SIR" she pleaded, "it's
mesilf has an own sisther, is laundery
in Lindingbarry, itself. If ye'd be SO
kind to lit me down there. 1 haven't no
money, sir; but I'd bring it We bright in
the marnin'."
Cant do it," I said. We were close
upon the station. I hustled her out,
enough, I suppose.
A gentleman, sitting by with his wife,
had been watching us. I saw his face
fire up as hustled the woman out He
jumped up and faced me.
.''What do you mean?" he says. all hot.
cts brutal shame to put the woman
off in the night, ina strange town, with
no money. Here, I'll pay her fare"
pushed her through the door; gave
him no answer. He held mo by the
arm.
"Your name?" he demanded, sternly.
"NIine is Charles Holden. I report you"
1 was not angry with him-he did not
krow.
My name is William Whipple."
saw fellow L knew on the platform.
Galley" I calls, ''show this woman n
decent lodging. Pay-I'll make it all
right"
L telegraphed to Linden:
''Shall / come on? Why don't you
send me word of the Lime Lake Mail?"
don't think breathed till the an