The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1872-03-05
Escape from Justice.

Escape from justice.
It was a bitter night in January, a
night when homeless wanderers on the
moor might have sunk down and froze to
death, and the very marrow seemed to
CONCEAL in ones bones.
There's one advantage in steam ,growl-
ed fat old gentleman in the corner
seat wind and weather don't affect it..
No flesh and blood horse could stand a
night like this, but the iron horse keeps
straight ahead, whether the thermometer
is at zero or boiling heat.
Just then the conductor entered.
Tickets gentlemen, if you please.
It's a dreadful night, conductor, said,
feeling with stiffened fingers for my tick
ct, in the breast pocket of my coat.
Dreadful, sir, feelingly responded the
conductor Why, the breakmau 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 bad night since a
year ago the second of February, when
Tom Blakeslee, the baggage master, iroze
both his feet, and woman who was CON-
ing on from Chicago, got off at Bunn's
Four Corners, with her baby in her arms
corpse.
Frozc to death?
Aye, frozen to death, and she never
thoug ght-poor thing-but it was asleep
My baby's cold, says she, but vel
soon warm it when we get home. 1t wa'
just such night as this.
And the conductor opened the door
and plunged across the opening into the
next car, crying out
Hardwick
1t was quite considerable city, with ;
handsome iron depot, haring gas lamps
and the usual crowd around the platform
with hands in their pockets, aud ciga,
ends flaming through the night.
Our car was nearly the last of the lonl
train, and but one passenger entered it
slender young girl, wrapped in a gray
blanket shawl, and wearing neat littl'
travelling hat of grey straw, trimmed
with stone colored velvet flowers. Sh'
seemed to hesitate, like one unused t.
travelling and finally sat down near tn
) door.
Pardon me, young lady, said |. bu
you had better come nearer to the stove
| She started, hestatcd an instant, an
then obeycd.
Docs this train 60 to Bayswater ? sh
asked in voice so deliciously snft an
sweet that it seemed to thrill throue
me.
Yes; can be of any service to you
5 Oh, no--at least not till we reac
, Bayswater would like to have n car
a riage then.
5 We shall not be there these thrc
7 hours.
: Do We stop again?
Only at Exmoutb.
She drew a deep sigh, seemingly Off
lief, and settled back in a corner. L
t. the light of the lamp, that hung in i
I'd brass fixture opposite, | could see h
Is Is face, that of lovely child. Apparent
she was no more than sixteen, with larl
blue eyes, golden hair, brushed smooth
back from her face, and little ro
2. mouth, like that of a baby.
I. Do you expect friends to meet you
n, Bayswater, my child? | asked iucide
;l er tally.
d. d. No, sir, | am going to school there.
n 1t will be an awkward hour for you
III arrive atone in the morning.
Oh, am not afraid, she said, with I
artless little laugh ! shall 60 straight
K; the seminary.
'w So the express train thundered on,wi
w. w. ceaseless pulsing at its iron heart a
n, constant roar. Suddenly the signal VIII
- tie sounded, and the train began to slac
en- its speed.
Surely we are not at Exmouth yet
M .ir thought, unless have fallen unconsciol
rr- ly asleep, and allowed the progress of til
sh to escape me.
IN glanced at my watch it was bare
l half past eleven, and knew we were I
M due at Exmouth until after twelve
H. rubbed the frost from the pane and loo
ed ed out. We had stopped at lonely
g. tie way station in the midst ofa der
Of pine woods.
Try Is this Exmouth ?
1t was the soft voice of the pretty tri
eler opposite.
No. don't know what place it
~ some way station.
'nd S" Does this train stop at way stations
,ol- Not generally; they must have be
De; De; specially sigualed here. You are c.
'eII ell my child. | notice your voice trembl
as. 1t is cold, she said, in a scarcely au
use BILE voice, drawing her shawl around h
''' wish they would hurry on
/. We are moving once more, | said, c.
- ducior-for the mac of tickets was pa
ing through the car-why did we stop
five this backwoods placer
Her Out of water was the reply, as the n
ew, hurriedly passed on.
'at. Now j knew very we'll that this ans'
up was not the true solution of the matt
be Our delay did not exceed half MINI
de-. s altogether too short for replenishing
h boilers; and where on earth was the '
%, to oonoo From, In that daoalato 81 ra