New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1872-08-04
FIVE-TEN.

uyF goods in which she proposed to deal, she
arrived to the depot from which the cars
started just as the train was about 10 move
snnd stamped on board, thankful that this
suaovement at least did not involve ques-
aSon, She could see for herself where she
was going.
Bnt when the conductor came round, ut
Ftsring the magic word which attracted at
aauki0n Of lull-tares' and commuters alike,
IA looked at her ticket and at herself with
n Elanoa Is near surprise as it was easy for
ms official face to exhibit. What Miss Flora
Werssived in his cOuntenauCe was some
AhfnR go like cOmmisserati, that, struck
AB abe dart Of fear in the midst Of her self
B9ngratulation, she exclaimed:
''What is the matterT
s'Wsre you expecting to go to Orleans "
sg3e conductor asked.
clam" said she, with grammatical salts
AastAOn and emphasis.
- But we go To Bushheld."
- Very we'll"
"Due west, madam, You want to 60 on
The southern road"
Miss Flora looked at him as though he
had spoken in foreign tongue.
" You have made q mistake" he added:
This is the $50 train. The SIS train left
On time"
al am going to Bushfeld, then, whether
or no, do You meanP
The young lady looked Rt the -car-Wln-
dew, and, as she did 50, caught a glimpse
81 1hs appart ntly not uninterested lady
WhO sat by her side.
- am afraid there is no help for it, said
&he conductor, sOOthingly, at the same time
laying his hand on FlOra's shoulder, as if to
prevent her dashing through the window,
'NT possibly the VentilatOr. Then he ignored
the ticket she was still extending toward
dam and walked on.
Miss Flora sat back il her seat and gave
herBelf up to reflections; and perhaps tears
- l.
aha Rspired and assumed to be, as she
thought of poor Phil sitting in the green
wagon and watching till tho last passenger
had left the train and the station, and then
3tBCOnsOlately taking his way hume with
sut passenger Il, think of the specula
Aions and the fears that would torment the
hsusehOld that night 0 Watt o Fulton!
o Stevenson How feeble yon all proved
In her emergency And D Darius Green
how would she have composed an epic in
your hOnOr-fOr Flora had written verses
and had been deemed pOetess at No. u
had you but succeeded in making your fly
ing machine fly.
The lady who sat next Miss Flora held a
book in her hand, which she was reading
Anferring the desperate mood Of her com
pRniun from the mOtiOnless silence into
which she had retired as soon as the con
ductOr moved on. she half closed the vol
Hme, and asked:
Have YOU never been to Bushfield Z"
Never" said Miss Flora.
And you have no friends there Too
RadP
II never heard of the place before"
''That is not so strange; it is quite out of
de world. So we, who know all about it,
Ap8 in the habit of boa ting"
The voice of the stranger had sympathy
IN it, and Miss Flora now remembered that
WhOso would have friends must show hun
self friendly.
.'Cnn l telegraph from the plaoeT" she
asked.
''T0 New York you can"
mot to New Orleans2 :"
''Yes, by the way of New York, proba-
bly,"
Shut that wouldn't do. When can go
back 90 town r.
stNut before tomorrow hfternOon-a milk
Grain leaves Bushheld at three"
Then said Miss Flora, feeling an urgent
ReoessitE for accounting for herself to some
body, II was detained in spite of myself,
and when got on this train | was thankful
enough for it to have been the right one"
ala ~ laughed her companion, Il under
stand you"
With that she returned to her book, and
II Flora liked and could do it, she might sit
and admire her. Whether she did this or
AOt, she could not well help receiving an
Suppression.
s'If ever there was an emanoipated wO-
fore me-
Aud, in fact, the woman did look as if she |
had not a care OF a vanity in this wicked !
world to trouble her. Her mind was made |
APP, evidently, as to most things that con |
cerned her, or could possibly concern her, |
She was neither old nor young, nor Hurried, |
nor worried, nor lazy, nor capable of com
plant. She sat reading in her corner OF the |
brightred plush sofa if she had passed |
her youth there and might stay there |
through her declining years. But, about |
aan minutes before tho train was due at |
Bushtield, she shut her book, put it into her |
sRtChel, began TO collect her bundb g. and !
Rt length, looking across great roll which |
she had in her arms, said to Flora:
81 Rm going to Bushfeld to set my house |
an order. II you will stay with ms until you |
can go back to town you can be made as |
comfortable as you would be, perhaps, il |
ont on a picnic that Tasted overnight. My |
hOuse has been shut up all winter and |
have no servant with me-"
Miss Harlem-There is no reason why her |
name should be OUucealed-had SO much of /
She good Samaritan in her face as she spoke /
2Aat Flora could not help thanking her for /
picking her out of the ditch, as il were, and /
Che lady seemed pleased ~ be taken ut her |
word.
''Ihere rs nobody to expect me. !" she said.
~ they stood on the platform of the depot /
Tor a moment while she twisted her veil
WA0uuh uCl htb anu lbOhtu uOWn along the
GARC-like road " hlch ran on and on, evidently
howard the dwelling-places scattered along
che hillside, $50 We may as well go at
once"
Flora could not have dropped into a |
greener world, or one more still, for the /
RIiiIness was not broken by the singing of |
Rhr birds, which filed the budding trees |
and made vocal the Way-side fences
When, laden like two peddlars, they had /
walked about mile, INDUCING now and |
Ahen IN bit of speech Miss Harlem sud |
denly turned into a sill narrower lane, and |
rUnnding a curve in the road, they beheld /
small, old house, half hidden 10y the great /
apple trees whish, blushIng in aged beauty,d
surrounded it.
''Here we are, all in the month of May"
said the guide "Wait mirute until let |
Abe day light IN"
So she unlocked the door, went in, un-
fastened the light wooden shutters, and
stepped quickly about with Song in her
heart, which now and then presented itself
Mt the door of her mouth. She Was evi-
dently at home.
While MISS Flora stood in the rustic
porch, looking across the green grass to the
lonely, winding road, she felt how much
she had vet 10 learn OF real solitude. wish
1 could disclose to you that old place, though
yOu are here for quite another purpose; aud,
indeed, what words could give you the sub
lned and wUnderOus OOlOring of that August
sWilIght-the wide eKpanse Of that glorious !