The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1872-08-29
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nope tliat IL Wouiu ''''" "o0 Wv
worlds attention to the line of goods
in which she proposed to deal she
arrived at the depot from which the
cars started Just as the train was
about to move, and stepped ON
board, thankful that this movement
at least did not involve a question.
She could see for herself where she
was going.
But, when the conductor came
around uttering the magic word
which cxactcd the attention of full
fares and commuters alike, he look
ed at her ticket and herself with a
glance as near surprise as it was
easy for his official face to exhibit.
What Miss Flora perceived in his
countenance was something SO like
commiseration, that, struck by the
dart of fear in the midst of her self
congratulation, she exclaimed;
"What is the matter ?"
"Werc you expecting to 90 to
Orleans ?" the conductor asked,
"I am" she said, with grammat-
icaI satisfaction and emphasis.
"But we go to Bushticld."
Very we'll"
"Due west, madam. You want to
90 on the south road"
Miss Flora lokedat him as though
he had spoken in Il foreign tongue.
"You have made a mistake" he
added "This is the $40 train. The
5:5 left ON time"
al am going to Bushiicld, then,
whether or no, do you mcan?"
The young lady lokcd at the car
window, and, as she did so, caught
Il glimpse OF the apparently not UNI
interested lady who sat by her side.
"I'm afraid there is no help for
it," said the conductor, soothingly,
at the same time laying his hand on
Flora's shoulder as it to prevent her
dashing through the window, on
possibly the vcntilator. Then ht
ignored the ticket she was still cx-
tending toward him, and walked
on.
Miss Flora sat back in her seat
and gave herself up to reflections;
and perhaps tears stoleinto her eyes,
business woman though she aspIrcd
and assumed to be, as she thought
of poor Phil sitting in the green
wagon and watching till the last
passenger had left the train and the
station, and then disconsolately
taking his way home without Il pas
sengcr. TO think OF the spccuIatlons
and the fears that would torment
the househould that night. q
Watt. O Fulton! O Stevenson
How feeble you all moved i'll hcl
emergency And O Darius Green
How would she have composed an
epic in your honor, for Flora had
written verses, and had been deemed
poet at II, had you but succeeded
in making your flying machine fly
The lady who sat next to Miss
Flora held book in her hand
which she was reading. lnIerrins
the desperate mood of her conlPan'
ion from the motionlcss silence into
which she had retired as soon as tho
conductor had moved ON, she hal
closed the volume and asked:
Have you never been to Bush
fcld?"
" Never" sighed Miss Flora.
"And YOU have no iricads there
Too bad"
81 never heard of the place be
fore"
"That is not so strange; it i
out of the world. So we, whit
know all about it, are in the habi
of boasting."
The voice Of the stranger ha,
sy mpathy in it, and Miss Flor;
now remembered that whose wouI,
have friends must show himscl
friendly.
"Can | telegraph from th'
place ?" she asked.
"To New York you cam
I" Not to Orlcans?"
{" Yes, by the way of New York
probably"
"But that wouldn't do; when can
| 90 back to ?"
"Not before tomorrow afternoon
"A milk train leaves Bushlicld a
three"
Then said Miss Flora, feeling al
urgent necessity of accounting 70
herself to somebody: was dc
tained in spite of myself; and, whc
! | got on this train, | was thankful
enough for it to have been the rigll
one"
"Ha w laughed her companion
81 understand you."
With that she returned to hC
, book, and, if Flora liked, and coul
, do it, she might sit and admire heI
Whether she did this or moi, slI
{ could not we'll help receiving a
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