Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1874-10-15
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Reaching lis lodgings S,iihl..tun has
tened Ia III, room. and sat down at his table
ia write.
is lucky thing" he thought. 'rhat
am 50 near ihc end of this story. by hard
work can complete il and have an hour to
spare for packing. And lie glanced at his
watch. My manuscript once off my hands.
shall lave nothing 10 keep me in the city
la, the presence of my adorable Jennie: and
aS She Is to share equally with myself in the
advantages to accrue from this short absence.
She becomes another induCcElcnt TO an immc-
tia,c departure. And then, dipping his pen
into the ink. he was speedily oblivious to ev-
crything else in the events Of his story.
There" he exclaimed. throwing down his
pen and looking up after several hours of
assduous iaLor Thank heaven that Job is
over with at last. The virtuOus have ali been
properly rewarded: the vicious ] have pun
ishcd without mercy: everything has been
determined by the incest rules of justice; and
now. if the world don't like it, the world is
too stupid to be minded. Now for my pack
ing. and see by my watch that have not a
moment to lose.
ScrlbbletOn soon eXcavatcd Il trunk and
yalise from the depths Of his closet. Select
inc some fifty o. his choicest shirts, he COM
mcnced packing them into the trunk, which
presently was FULL and still some of the shirts
remained on the bed urdsposed Of
us il possible, he exclaimed. 'that must
travel like hcgyar with only thirty-four
clean shirts: Ill make i. thirty-tive, any
way
Ru, the iii of the trunk wouldn't shut down
til hc took it out again, and lie was forced to
leave it. l;y the time he had packed his va
ISc it was II p. M. and within fifteen mln-
utcS Of train time. Placing his :runk and
valisc in the hall he hastcned down stairs and
informed Ms Sullivan of his intended de-
parturc. and gave her the key Of his room
and package to bc forwardedto the Sunday
Ltdgcr. Then picking up an express wagon
he had his baggage tumblcd into it, and
climbing up into the seat with the driver,
went Gathering away to the depot. He was
Just in time to catch the train; and ere long
the lights of the city had vanished, and he
was in the gloom Of the country, with its
dimly seen trees. and fences, and occasional
farm houses.
Scrihblcton rode all night, amid chorus
OF snorcS. now with his head on his valise in
a vain attempt to sleep: again sitting up, en-
caged ia the contemplation of the various pat
terms of dirty stockings sticking into the hall
or over tho backs Of the car seats.
1T is 4 pity" he mused, as he opened his
window and thrust his head into the fresh air,
that people won't wash their feet and put on
clean stockings before travelling. Civilization
took such leap in the invention of the rail-
road, that it quite outstripped IT," washing of
feet, and fear the latter will be a long time
recovering its lost ground.
jus, then a big cinder from the locomotive
lodged in his eye, which put him in such pain
,ha, he WAS compelled to drag his reluctant
nose into the tainted air of the car again, and
put down his window. But at length the
morning dawned, and the train drew up soon
after at the station house where he was so
sght. a Struggling village of two or three
thousand inhabitants was spread out before
him in the dim light, over which his eye
glanced with u good deal of interest
''Can you point out to me the residence of
Mrs. Podgers!' lie asked at length Of rail-
way official, as the train moved off.
Eyes. sir: that large brick house yonder in
the grove" -" WAS the answer