The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1874-09-24

and letyo know when we come to Pug
borough"
"Will youl" cried the old gentleman
| apparently much gratifed Upon my
word. you re very kind. l didn't like to
ask you;. know how much you have to
do.
"It's only my duty sir" says the guard
slamming the door.
Hi, guardr' cried the old gentleman
Eyes, sir!' replied the guard, impati-
emily. returning to the carriage door.
You're quite sure, now? You're quite
sure, eh! You won't forget me at Pug
borough
ooh, no, sir" said the guard; "thatll
be all right
"And Wilson-wheres Wilson? Oh,
here, Wilson, you won't forget my box,
Wilson, when we get to Pugborough?"
mo, sir, says Wilson, scrambling into
his seat once more.
Troublesome old chap that" said the
guard, as he swung himsilf into his van,
81 mustn't forget him at Pugborough.
There's no other passenger for there"
Now, Pugborough was one of those
mysterious places that are marked with
a cross or dagger in Bradshaw, and if you
succeed in unearthing a corresponding
dagger in some obscure corner of the
page, you will fnd"Stops at Pugborough
to take up and set down first class Lon
don passengers only"
Whether it was that the guard, in his
excess of anxiety to remember, had blum
ted his faculties, or that some spiteful
Puck had given his wits a bewildering
shake, | know not, but somehow it hap
pened that the guard forgot to warn the
engine-driver, and when the man looked
up from his parcels he found. to his dis
may, that the train was flashing along
some half mile past the little Pugborough
station.
To signal the driver and put on the
brake was the work of an instant. The
train was brought to standstill, and
then slowly backed to the station amidst
the fierce denunciatious of the through
passengers.
The guard was much out of temper,
angry with himself for his forgetfulnes,
angry with the old gentleman for having
given him so much trouble.
Now, them he shouted to the man
servant. SHARP! Look after your mas
ter's traps. Here you are, sir" he cried,
opening the first-class carriage. Here's
Pugborough. Now, sir, if you please"
The old gentleman was asleep and
couldn't be reused to sense of the situ-
alton for some time. He growled and
grumbled. AT last fully reused, he stared
at the guard with lacklustre eyes.
"Pugborough? Is it Pugborough?
Thank you, guard, remember Where's
Wilson? Wilson, Wilson, where's my
box?"
"Never mind your box, sir-I'll see to
the luggage, Jump out quick please
Jump out!' cried the old gentleman;
jump out! Why should l jump out?
Who said any thing about getting out?''
What" cried the guard, aggrieved to
the very verge of desperation Haven't
you been bothering about Pugborough
ever since we left Euston?''
"At your own request, guard, said
the old gentleman calmly, II intrusted
you with the duty of warning me of my
arrival at Pugborough l should have
preferred to leave the task to my own
Hi! here's the box. Thank
you, Wilson" said the old gentleman,
taking from his servants hands a small
pink box.
"The fact is, said the old gentleman
calmly opening the box and looking be-
nignly at the excited guard, that my
daughter gave me the most particular in
functions. Mind, papa, she said, be
sure you take pill at Pugborough.
The old gentleman could never under
stand why the carriage door was dashed
to with such violence, the whistle sound
ed with such fendish yell, and Wilson
whirled into his carriage without being
permitted to take charge once more of
his master pill-box