The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1875-05-21
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MY TWO PEARLS.

Lightning express, gentlemenl All
aboard shouted voice in the station
at Rochester, at IL o'clock. at night.
stepped on board the train, choosing
q palace and restaurant car, Through to
Chicago"
''Sectiong" said the conductor, with q
rising infection. "Ought ITO have tele.
graphed, sir. One one berth left, and
that is mere accident. Hare it is. No.
8. Gentleman who engaged it missed
connection at Syracuse.
CongratnlAting myself on my good
fortune, speedily crept into No. S-a
lower berth-andfellf fast asleep. When
Iopened my eyes, the gray dawn Of an
October morning-the October of 1855
was stealing through the ,eurtained
window. lay some minutes in hall
dream, listening to the multi4udinout
noise of the train, with scarcely "a tho't
of where I was. Then sthe light grew
stronger, I raised myself upon my elbow
and looked about me, only to fall back q
moment after with start of surprice
whish was almest dismay.
Right before my eyes hung a white,
shapely hand, with dark seal-ring up
on the third finger. 1t took me min
nte or two to collect my scattered senses
enough to discover that it belonged to
the occupant of the upper berth, drop
ping carelessly from his quarters to my
own, in the heavy abandonment ofsleep.
Hay and looked alta white, shapaly
hand, as have said-a hand unmarried
or nglorihed-choose the word fOI
yourself-by the seams and callouses oi
manual labor. The fingers were long
and taper, the nails oval and well cared
for. The wrist was not large, but we'll
knit and sinewey; and, half buried in
the linen of the shirt Aeeve, caught
the sparkle of diamond
The hand had strange faeination for
me, half uneanny though it looked in
the weird, struggling ight of early
morning. vatchedit vaguely wonder
dering what manner of man its owner
might be, and what kind Of face would
assort with it, till there was a stir over
head, and it vanished. Then I made
my toilet as I best might, and vent out
on the platform for breath Of fresh air.
When, after the lapse of half an hour,
I Ileisurely stroIled back to my place
again, all veshges of the night we're re-
moved and a gentleman in plain gray
travelling suit occupied one seat in the
compartment allotted to me. He held
a newspaper in THE hand. recognized
it at once.
He lifted his eyes long enough to sa-
lutte me with courteous bow as 1 took
the opposite seat, and then resumed his
reading 1 opened my paper also; but
the attempt to engross myself with its
contents WAS a vain one. Ny eyes and
my thoughts continually wandered to
my Vis-a-vis.
Describe himl Not an easy matter.
Neither is it easy to account for the fas-
cination that he wore as an invisible
mantle. might tell you that he was
tall and slight; that his complexion waa
clear and dark; that his black, crisp
locks curled closely round a well shaped
head; that his eyes werelarge andliquidi
that that his mustache was light and
graceful penciling upon the firm thin
lip; that hisimperial was above reproach.
But having told you this, I should ex
Pect you 10 say with glare Of inehable
meaning that you could find his coun-
tsspart in any barber shopon Broadway
on Il not there in your sisters French
dancing master.
You think sOs Perhaps it Is not