The McArthur enquirer. (M'arthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1873-1884, 1873-03-12

1T broke, and the cars got oil
the track, and leaped on again.
and the stove changed places
with the wood box, and things
seemed going to terrible split
and unmitigated smash. The
cities flew past. The brakes
were powerless. The whistle
grewinto iiend's shrek. Then
the train began to slow up, and
sheeted ghosts swung lanterns
along the track, and the cars
rolled into a white depot, which
turned QUITO be a great marble
tomb; and looking back to sec
his passengers, they were all
stark dead, frozen in upright
, horror to the car-backs.
Hearing, by the mans snore
and seeing. his painful look, he
was having a painful dream, We
tapped him on the shoulder
and said:
/" Conductor! Turn over that
seat, and take my shawl, and
stretch yourself out, and have a
4, comfortable nap"
=" Thank you, sir" he said.
and Immediately Sprawled him
self out in the easiest way pos
sible. He began his slumbers
Just as an express train glides
gracefully out Of Pittsburgh de-
pot then went at it more earn.
estly, lifted all the brakes, put
on all the steam, and in five
minutes was under splendid
lheadway.
He began a second dream.
but it was the opposite from
the first.
He thought he had just step
ped on the platform of his car.
and a lady handed him a bou-
quet fresh from the hot-house
A long line Of presidents and
superintendent had come to the
depot to see him off, and tipped
their hats as he glided' out in
to the open air. The car was
an improvement on Pnllman's
best. Three golden goblets
stood at the. end, and every
time he turned the spigot of the
water cask, it foamed soda-wa-
ter-yanilla, if you turned it
one way, strawberry if you
turned it the other. The spit
Don was solid silver, and had
meyer been used but once, when
a child threw into it an orange
peeling.
The car was filed with lords
and duchesses, who rose and
bowed as he passed through to
collect the fare. They all in.
sisted on paying twice-as much
as was demanded, telling him to
give half to the company and
keep the rest for himself.
Stopped a few moments at
Jolly Town, GleeviIle, and Vel
vet junction, making connec-
tiun with the Grand Trunk and
Panhandle route for Paradise.
But when the train halted,
there was no jolt, and when it
started there was sno jerk. The
track was always clear, no
freight train in the way, no snow
bank TO be shovelled-train al
ways on time.
Banks of roses on either
side, bridges with piers of
bronze, and tlagmen clad in
cloth-of-gold. The train went
800 miles an hour, but without
any risk, for all the passengers
were insured against accident
in a company that was willing
to pay four times the price of
what any neck was worth. The
steam whistle breath I'd as
sweetly as any church choir
chanting its opening piece, No
body asked the conductor to see
his " timetable" )" for the only
dread any passenger had was
that of coming to the end of
his journey.
AS night came on, the self
adjusting couches spread them
selves on either side; patent
bootjacks rolled up and took
your boots off; unseen fingers
touched the damask covers all
about you, and the porter took
your pocket book to keep till
morning, returning it then with
twice what you had in it at
nightfall.
Aftera while, the train slack