The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1870-11-11
ESCAPED FROM JUSTICE.

1t was q bitter nlghs In January-a
night when homeless wanderers on
the moors might have sunk down and
frozs to death, and the very marrow
seemed to CONCEAL 10 ones bones.
There's one advantage In steam,p
growled fat old gentleman In the cor
ner seat; wind and weather don't af-
feet il. No flesh and blood horse
could stand q night like this, but the
iron horse keeps straight ahead,
whether the Thermometer is at zero or
at boiling water heat.
Just then the conductor entered.
Tickets, gentlemen, if you please"
IT'S a dreadful night, conductor"
| said, feeling with stiffened fingers
for my ticket, in the breast pocket of
dreadful, sir" feelingly responded
the conductor. why, the brakeman
can't live outside, and so / look the
other way when they creep in, poor
fellows, to get breath of warm air at
the stove. We have not had such a
night since a year ago the % of Feb
ruary, when Tom Blakeslee, the bag
gage master. froze both his feet, and a
woman who was coming on from Chi
cago, got off at Bunn's Four Corners,
with her baby in her arms, a eorpsel'
"Froze to death p
AYE, frozen to death, and she new
or thought, poor thing, but it was
asleep. My baby's cold, says she,
but we'll soon warm it, when we get
home 1t was just such night as
this"
And the conductor opened the door,
end plunged across the coupling into
the next car, crying out:
"HardWicki
1T was quite a considerable city,
with handsome iron depot, haring
gas lamps, and the usual crowd
around the platform, with hands In
pockets, and its cigar ends flaming
through the night.
Our car was nearly the last Of the
long train, and but one passenger en-.
tered il, slender young girl, wrapped
in a gray blanket.shawl, and wearing
q neat little travelling hat of gray
straw, trimmed with stone colored
velvet flowers. She seemed to hesi-
tate, like one unused to travelling, and
finally sat down near the door.
" Pardon me" young lady" said L,
but you had better come nearer to the
stove"
She started, hesitated an instant,
and then obeyed.
"n9es this train go to Bayswater?'
shu asked in voice 50 deliciously soft
and sweet that it seemed to thrill
through me.
Yes; can L be of any service to
your"
"Oh, no-at least not until we
reach Bayswater. | would like car.
riage then
"We shall not be there yet these
three hours"
Do we stop again?"
"Only at Exmouth."
She drew a deep sigh, seemingly OF
relief. aud settled back into the
corner. By the light of the lamI
that hung ia its brass fixture opposite
| could see her face, that of lovely
child. Apparently she was no more
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 you
at Bayswater, my ohild?" | asked, in
cidentslly.
mo, sir, l am going to schoO
therel"
1T will be an awkward hour fol
you to arrive at-onei Ia the morning.
"Oh, [ am not afraid" she said
with an artless little laugh: | shall
20 straight to the seminary"
So the express train Numbered on
with steady, ceaseless pulsing at its
iron heart, and constant roar.
Suddenly the signal whistle sound.
ed, the train began to slacken it
speed.
Surely we're not at Exmouth yet.
I thought, unless | have fallen IN
consciously asleep, aud allowed the
progress of time TO escape me.
L glanced at my watch il was bare
" half-past eleven, and | knew WI
were not due at ExmOuth until aftel
twelve. [ rubbed che frost from tht
pane aud looked out.
We had stopped al lone y little
way station in the midst of q dense
pine woods:
rs this Exmouth
II was the soft voics Of the pretty
traveller opposite.
"No-L don't know what place i
is; some way station"
Does this train stop at way sta
tions?"
mot generally; they must have
been specially signslled here. You
are cold, my child;- your voice
trembles."
1T is cold, she said, ia a scarcely