The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-02-20
THE EXPRESSMAN.

the day had ceased and a slight
breeze played along the street,
small express wagon, containing
three men, drove up at slow pace.
One VINO got between and was sup
ported by the other two, had, it
was evident from his pallor, only
recently recovered from illness his
companions were in perfect health.
All three, it was clear, from their
boards and the cut Of their clothes,
were railroad men.
The express wagon stopped at
one Of the railway. Offices, aud the
men got out, the sick one with great
difficulty. His companions stood
by him, watching him with infinite
sol;citude and profound pity.
''Well, Doe, old fellow,'' said
one, you'll be all right in a day
or two? Feel better now? Looks
like old times now, don't it? Hear
Billy rattle them checks 0, it's
biz, it is, you old son of thief"
"Well, Ed" replied the sick man
YEARLY, cit does seem good, after
being in bed for two months, to see
the boys hustle them old trunks
round lively; but I'll never be the
man | was before the rheumatics
took me. I'll never sling a trunk
again, Ed"
Eyes you will, too" replied his
comrade, cheerfully. ''Before the
next change in the timetables,
you'll be wrestling with them Sara
togas. The doctor says so, and he
ought to know. Try now Doc !;
he says it'll do you no end of good
if you can only get up your spirits
again. Can't you watt this little
oiL-skin carpet-bag?" he continued
pleadingly.
"No go, 3D." answered the in
valid, with a touch of dependency
in his voice; ''the Doc amt what
the used to was, nohow."
''Well, but Doc" continued his
friend, "s'pose we get an ak and
start that little trunk there at the
corner; couldn't you bust it.? 1t
might do you good"
Ere he could answer, a large ex-
press wagon drew up before gwhole
pyramid of mammoth Saratoga
trunks. Two men leaped lightly
from it, one with lamp and a bum
die Of Juggling checks, and the other
pulled down with crash a couple
of portmanteaus. The sight and
sound were to the sick expressman
like the trumpet to blind old war
horse. Forgetting his illness and
weakness he rose, gained the heap
of baggage at bound, and seized a
large Saratoga trunk which three
hall porters could hardly move.
! Posing it, he hurled the huge mass
through the air as if it had been a
feather. Seized with perfect fury,
he slung trunk after trunk upon the
wagon the pile melted like plat
ter of beefsteaks before an Indian
chief the atmosphere was perfect
ly black with carpet sacks, and not
less than three portmanteaus were
IN the air at once. But the effort
was too much for him, and as the
last trunk was landed with such
force that it burst asunder in mid-air,
and gushed forth socks, collar boxes,
shirts, petticoats, hair brushes and
things, as if a bumbshell had ex-
ploded in a hosiery shop, he fell
fainting to the sidewalk. They
sprinkled him with water, forced
whiskey down his throat, and did
all that lay in human power to bring
him to, but vainly. At last, when
every expedient had failed, one
slammed trunk down. at his ear
and beloved "Denver!" The
fainting man awoke, shouted,
"Show me your ticket" and was
borne away by his faithful friends,
who shed tears of joy at his recov-
cry.
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