The Van Buren press., 1870-11-29
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MISCELLANY.
Escaped from Justice.

1t was q bitter night in January -:
night when homeless wanderers OH tn,
moors might have sunk down and froz,
to death, ard the very marrow seemed tc
congeals in ones bones.
"There's one advantage in steam, ,
growled fat old gentleman in the cor
ner seat "wind and weather don't aficc
it. No flesh and blood horse coulG
stand night like this, but the iron hors,
keeps straight ahead, whether the ther.
mometer is at zero or at boiling waite,
heat"
just then the conductor entered.
Tickets, gentlemen, if you please" "
"Its dreadful night. Conductor" ]
said, feeling with stiffensd fingers for my
ticket, in tho breast-pocket Of my coat
"Dreadful, sir" feelingly responded
the conductor. "Why, the brakemen
can't live outside, and so look the
othe, way when they creep in, poor fol
lows, to get q breath Of warm air at the
stove. We have not had such night
since year ago the End of February,
when Ton Blakeslec, the baggage mas
ter, froze both his feet, and woman,
who was coming on from Chicago, got
off at Bunn's Four Corners, with her be-
by in her arms, q corpse T.
Frozen to death r.
"Aye, frozen to death, and she never
thought, poor thing, but it was asleep.
My baby's cold says she, but well
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! p
1t was quite considerable city, with
s.4h 4h|apdsoms |yas a.sa e.. iron depot haring gas
platform, with hands il ii It's lsI pockets and
its cigar ends flaming through the night.
Our car was nearly the last Of the long
train, and but one passenger entered II
"a slender young girl, wrapped in
gray blanket shawl and wearing neat
little travelling bat ofgray straw, trimmed
with stone colored velvet flowers. She
seemed to hesitate, like one unused to
travelling, and finally sat down near the
door, 1a
"Pardon me, young lady," said l "but
you had better come nearer to the stove"
She started, hesitatcd an instant, and
then obeyed.
Does this train go to Bayswater 2"
she asked in a veice SO deliciously soft
and sweet that it seemed to thrill thro'
me.
"Yes can / be ofnny service to you2"
"Oh, no-at least not until we reach
Bayswater. / would like carriage then.
1--WE shall not be there yet these three
hours"
"Do we stop again9" ~
"Only at Exmouth."
She drew deep sigh, seemingly ofre.
lief, and settled back in, corner. BY
the light Of lamp that hung In its brass
fixture oppositc, ! could see her face,
that of lovely child Apparently she
was no moro than sixteen, with large
blue eyes, golden hair, brushed smoothly
back from her face, and little rosy
mouth like that of baby.
"Do you expect friends to meet ycu
at Bayswater, my child? ?" asked, Incl
IDENTIFY. eu 1ga
"No, sir; l am going to school there" ("
cit will be an awkward hsur for you
to arrive atone in the morning.
30, am not afraid" she said, with
an artlcss little laugh; II shall 60
straight TO the seminary" = A
So the express train thundcrcd on,
with steady ceaseless pulsing at its iron
heart, and constant roar.
Suddenly the signal whistle sounded ;
the train began to slackcn its speed.
"Surely we're not at Exmouth YET" !"
l thought, sunless ! havc fallen uncon-
sciously asleep and allowed the; progress
Of time to escape me-"
/ glanced at my watch; 1t was barely
half past eleven, and knew we were not
due at Exmouth until after twelve. !
rubbed the frost from the pane and look
ed cut. .-rr
We had stopped at q lonely little way
station In the midst Of . dense pine
woods.
"Is this Exmouth ,"
It was the soft voice Of the pretty
traveller opposite.
"No--I don't know what place 1t ia
some way station" =.
"Does this train stop at way stations p
met generally; they must have been
specially signalled here. You are cold
my child your voice tremblss."
at 10 cold" she said. In . scarcely
audible voice, drawing her shawl around
her. "Oh, I wish they would hurry on J
I'VE are moving once more" said.
." "Conductor'--fos the man OF tickets
was passing through the car--"why did
we stop at that backwoods place p
"Ont of water" was the reply, as he
hurricdly passed by -.
Now knew perfectly we'll that this an.
swcr was not the true solution OF the
matter. Our delay did not exceed half
minute, altogether too short time Tor re-
plenishing the boilers; and where on