The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-04-17

his face SO perfectly familiar to every
one that he encountered more staring
than he liked. His daughter. a stately,
dignified lady, waited the start with evil
dent Impotence, while the young gen.
tlemeD-his sons and their friends
stood in group on the platform, smok-
ing, apparently enjoying the curious
looks which were naturally leveled at
them. They were bound for the 70
Semitic, and 1 have always marveled
that. when once so far away from
Gotham, the "Boss" didn't know
enough to sail for Hong Kong and stay
there but that marvel as not essen
tial to my story.
We were picking away at lunches, eat
ing California grapes, and doing the
hundred listless things one always does
while merely waiting" till the scream
of the approaching transfer train"
sounded shriIly out, and We looked with
interest ut the new passengers. Some
of them de served our regards, others
didn't but we watched them all, men
tally summing up each particular case,
and utterly ignoring them thereafter, or
else resolving to win their friendship.
The first group comprised man, his
little, inefficient, washed. out looking
wife, strong minded nurse, and two
children, destined to be our torments
Next came widow and her daughter
the daughter wore glasses and was a
goose; the mother, only paying for
single berth, grumbled an. fretted most
impolitely when the other seat and berth
of the section was assigned to tall,
spirited-looking English girl, with
whose splendid eyes and queenly ways
/ fell directly and deeply in love. But,
dear friends, don't Jump at conclusions,
for she isn't my heroine of the beach.
Listening to the ill-bred matron, l
hardly noticed bevy of young girls
who had entered at the rear door, or
two dreadfully bridish brides and their
spouses who had likewise claimed their
places. My English beauty, utterly
Disguised with her vis-a .vis, asked fora
place in my section during the day, and
we became so delightfully."- confidential
in ten minutes that l learned she was
from Nova Scotia that this was the
eleventh day of her journey, and that
her destination was Sacramento while
the merry-faced, handsome young man
whom she ordered about with such SUI
preme nonchalance was her brother.
Meantime, we heard from the rear
sections peals of merry laughter, the
aforesaid infants gave us peal on peal of
dreadful yells, and we took dishonora-
BILE peeps in the tell-tale mirrors to
watch the "spooning" of the brides.
Our handsome young man roamed up
and down, and finally, with wicked
ly mischievous face, came to his sister,
suggesting that she should go and watch
the view from the end of the car. L
knew his motive, so 1 went too but he
made nothing that time, for his sister
never even glanced at the pretty girls
we passed. We looked from the plat
form few minutes our hero stood
twisting his mustache with vexation,
till, growing desperate, he remarked
Say, Madge That girl with the
dark eyes is stunning, isn't she? l wish
You would make her acquaintance
Indeed That's the view you ad-
mired, was it? Well, sir, shall do
nothing of the kind. have no vocation
for stunning girls. Come, Mr.. D.,
let's go back -
Evidently used to such snubbinp,
Tom-that wasn't his name, but we'll
play it was-made mocking salute,
and retorted, laughing:
Well, madam, I'm quite equal to
helping myself. You just wait till you
want to know some stunning fellow -
Madge only gave him look of SUI
preme contempt and walked off, tossing
over her shoulder a command to fetch
the hamper, for she was hungry, and
no supper could be had till we reached
Grand Island then, turning to me, she
said with an exceedingly ancient air,
Positively, that boy is too ridiculous |!
He gets silly over these American girls
all the time but / won't help him |"
"That boy % repeated with intense
amusement; for the delinquent stood
six feet high, and was evidently older
than the monitress, who lectured him
in the gravest fashion all the while we
were nibbling at the contents of that
never-to-be-'orgotten hamper. 1t re-
minded me of the famous one which
Mr.. Wardle carried to the races, and 1
think we enjoyed it as much as Mr..
Pickwick and his friends enjoyed their
al .tresco lunch, though the sleepy fat
boy was not in attendance.
The usual funny scenes occurred dur
ing the stowing-away process ut night /;
but the long hours passed swiftly, and
the "infants" greeted the morning with
sundry howls of misery and fretfulness,
which walked us all too soon. 1t was
droll enough to see the way in which
everybody peeped from their sections
to investigate the treason why" and
then, having viewed the situation, each
suddenly discovered all the other Gu
rious heads, and disappeared. The la
menting wall was from the stout lungs
of four-year- boy this time. His
mother, arranging her toilet placidly,
paid no heed to his screams, and the
little imp danced with passion. Sud
denly Madge showed a vexed face be.
tween her curtains, and her ringing
voice called out imperatively
"Tom for heavens sake get slip.
per and spank that child He's quite
too old to cry like that, and his mother
doesn't seem to know enough to manage
him |" Then she vanished.
Fancy the laugh 1t began in q
chorus of stifed chuckles, but she had
spoken for us all, and hearty indorse-
ment sounded from every berth, while
the amazed parent picked up her off.
! sprinp slammed him sOundly and looked