The Lincoln County herald., 1870-11-17
ROMANCE IN A RAILWAY CAR.
by JUSTIN MCCARTHY.

by justin MCCARTHY.
Two young barsisters, travelling from
London to Liverpool, took their seats one
evening in q first class carriage of the
Eve o'clock express at the Easton Square
station IA station known, | venture to
think, to every American who has ever
invaded the old country. There we're
only two other seats occupied in tho com.
psrtment entered by the two young men.
Two ladies-at least lady and her maid
were tho other occupants. The lady
was young and pale and pretty; the maid
was fresh, blooming, round eyed north
country girl-the moment she spoke a
word her accent made it plain to one Of
the two advocates, h,mself from the lake.
land of Northern England, that tho girl
came from dear old Cumberland. Two
gentlemen, one apparently the lady's
father, attended her to the carriage door,
and waited at the door until the train
actually moved off. They both, especially
the one who seemed to exercise patcrnal
authority over the young lady, kept
necessarily casting expectant, eager, sus'
picious eyes about the platform, as il
they looked for or dreaded the arrival Of
somebody. these little facts .the two
barristers, accustomed to note small
things and construct them into evidence,
observed almost unconsciously, and by
tho sheer force of habit.
The older man, whom both the yoaths
learned in law assumed to be the father
Of the departing young lady, at last
nodded significantly to the other, and
said, in low tone: at is all right,
Cunningham. He is not here. Thank
Heaven |"
He cant come now said tho other
alt would not have much mattcrel
even if he had" the elder observed.
"lle should not have exchanged word
with her-not one word But I'm glad
to escape scenes and confusion, for all
| that
The lady in the carriage had heard
nothing Of this. She sat at the farther
side Of her compartments. Doubtless
what was said would never have been
spoken had she been near enough to hear
it. One Of our lawyer friends, however,
did hear tin fact, ho could not he'uit ;
he had no choice but to hear.
The elder Of the two speakers had
taken farewell Of the girl when he put
her into the csrriase-tbat is, he kissed
her very coldly, and said good by, and
adied few whispered words, which
seemed to be something in the nature OF
| ,,nt,nn mnn,,n Nnu IA tho trai n
moved off, he only nodded farewell.
He had a formally handsome face, regular
cold and har.h. ..;.h Thin lirs and very
white teeth.
The train then went on, and very soon
whir!ei through the pleasant suburbs oI
that side Of London, and away into the
open country. The young lady seemeC
very me ancholy aud absorbed. She
replied gracefully to a few civilities and
attentions offered BY the two bArristers
but was evidently not much Inclined to
any manner Of conversation. She ex-
changed few words every now aud ther
with her maid, but Tor the most par
remaiued siieut.
1t was growing to be late in Autumn
and dusk soon began to come on. The
evening was soft aud beautiful ; the face
Of the country looked soft aud tende
and poetic, with all it's autumnal charm
and melancholy grace around it.
Our two friends talked together OF
many subjects, at rirst in a low tone, then
as the young lady appeared to be asleep
or wholly absorbed in her own thoughts
they began to speak little more freel.
q loudly. Something or other, perhap
the gray poetic sadness Of the evening
set them talking of the old world ghost,
tho dear, delightful, torturing, hair
lifting, blood chilling spectres who use,
to haunt our childhood. They actual.
began telling each other ghost stories
and did not observe the shudderng terro
of the Cumberland lass, who could hardl,
sit still in her seat, SO great was he
interest, excitement and superstition
dread.
II don't know" said one OF the tw
young men, Lewis Rossmore by name
"why railroads should be supposed t
have necessarily bauished ghosts. l ca
quite Imagine ghost making his appear
ance in this very train, for instance.
"Csn you," replied Fred Sargent. ="
confess can't; but think you North
men, near the Scottish border, have NOR
Imagination than We prosaic cockneys.
AT the same time he happened t
glance at the young lady in the corner
and her pale sad face seemed ghost. lik
enough in the gray evening light. Sal
gent thought for moment Of the legen
Of the company who sat one evenin
telling ghost stories. until ct last tn
turn came to pale young lady, who ha
been silent all the time, and who nov
, when asked to contribute her share t
the entertainment, said, in low, tone
less voice, II have no ghost story to tel
but am ghost myself" and so vanished
"Yes," pursued Lewis Rossmore; "
can easily imagine il; and think itcoul
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