The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1873-12-23

From our special correspondent
Incidents OF Travel.
Mr.. EDIroR - When l received your
invitation to keep you informed as to the
of this expedition Of one" OF
which | am a member, was not wholly
convinced of my fitness for the undertake
ing by your facetious allusion to my vag.
abond past in fact, the fitness didn't at
all enter into the joy with which | pack.
ed my valise.
But notwithstanding my doubts in this
direction, my better judgment and
street car propelled me to the Grand
Central Depot in New York in time to
catch the s o'clock express for New Ha.
ven, Conn, after partakiug of a hearty
supper at Demonlco's, which is perhaps
less interesting to yourself and the geuer-
al reader than to me. Yet it may ac-
count for more or less of tho good natur-
ed enthusiasm with which l smoked a
Henry Clay aud looked at and studied
the various phases of human nature about
me. And being in the smoking car made
me the witness Of a laughable scene which
| otherwise would have lost, and which
cannot fail to be Of interest
At Stamford iushionably dressed la.
dy with poodle dog in her arms entered
the smoking car and sat down. dcpositing
the dog in the seat beside her On being
demonstrated with by the conductor, she
replied that her presence would deter the
occupants from smoking, and therefore
she would experience no discomfort from
remaining there. 1t was then that dis.
covered that every smoker in the car, like
myself, held his cigar out Of view. AL.
most Immediately after the train started
gentleman setting directly back of the
lady, lighted cigar and commenced to
puff away in manner which showed he
was very little incommoded by the
'strong. mindncss" in front of him.
Curious eyes were watching the pair,
when quickly rising in her scat. with a
single movement she wrcsted the offend.
ing cigar from his teeth, and threw it
out of the window. with the remark, loud
enough for all in the car to hear: "It
there's anything do hate, it is tobacco
smoke !"
All who witnessed the occurrence were
convulsed with laughter, but the gentle.
man remained as imperiurbably cool and
collected as an iceberg. In moment
leisurely opened his window and fastened
it up; then reaching quickly over the
seat, took up the poodle and threw him
as far as possible out into the darkness,
saying: IF there's anything ! do hate,
it is poodle dog!
| will not attempt to depict the scene
which followed. The car rcsounded With
shout after shout Of laughter and so rid.
iculous was the whole affair that the &C.
tors themselves finally joined in with the
rest. The lady soon disappeared into an
other car.
My cigar having laid itself iu ashes,
walked forward to the palace car, where
| found something to entertain me in the
form Of bridal party. | wonder it Q
Pullman palace car ever run one hundred
consecutive miles without taking q desc
of matrimonial bliss iu the character of Q
newly married couple. During the day
they were sure to get section or state
room so near to you that their secluSior
is only hallunciatiou on their part and
palpAble fraud on you. II you raised
your eyes from the novel you are reading
a iolted kiss or an unsteady embrace
meet your glance, and especially il yor
are reading of auarrelling lovers, it be
/, comes very confusing to the mind. AnC
then at light they talk every moment, an'
one can't get wink OF sleep when within
hearing distance. lu the course Of three
or four days, to say nothing of a year o.
more, this sort of thing becomes saporiti'
and tiresonie, so to speak. foniiy hop'
that sometime in the misty future Pull
man bridal car will be run on every trail
thereby comforting comfort aud a certain
amount of happiness on all humanity witt
travel.
But the bridal party is pot the only
affection one meets in travelling nigh
} recall hosts Of them, from the plelhori
! old gentleman who occupies the bert
above you in the sleeping car, and VIII
threatens you at every turn OF his head o
body with all the possible wreck OF mat
Ter and crash Of worlds suspended in hi
avoirdupois the commercial drummer,
whose impertinence aud curiosity to fin
,, out all about you and your family ar
only bsflled by a miracle, and SO th'ong
the loog category to the fat woman VIII
sits over in the corner with two babe
either Of which is trying to Guido tn
other in vicious yelling, while she
= calmly trying to get interested in the La
; new novel she is reading.
But while am making these reflc'
$ tions, the cars have rapidly whirled !
on. and at few minutes past eleven
the evening We are drawn into the unde
ground depot in the lovely city OF Ne
: Haven.
Making my way up stairs hurried
: a hotel. in the outskirts, where | toun
: tho clerk snoring. keepipg tune to Ia