The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-07-29

/ VOICE lIOu bu6 uOOI, proceeding IrOm
stout and valiant traveller, who, indeed,
held in an iron grip slender, writhing
form that Indignantly rebelled against
his assault. But when light dawned to a
comforting brightness again the stout
gentleman was found to hold captive an
innocent and much injured newspaper
and popcorn boy who had entered the
car just in the nick Of time to be made
prisoner, while the thief slid noiselessly
away to vanish forever.
Then each passenger was morally GER
tain that the thief had crept past him
while he was pursuing the gentleman OPP
posite, and the newsboy was surest ofall
that he had been propelled into their
midst by some unseen power on the plat
form. The inevitable result of so much
excitement was chilling doubt If Miss
Mayhcw's alarm had not been only q
woman's scare, after all.
"Look at her for yourselves" she
said, Indignantly, reading sceptism on
/ every side.
/ The old lady s, appearance was certain
/ ly dilapidated and battered, while her
beautiful beads were lying in her lap.
Ruth replaced them preparatory to her
getting out at the crowded terminus
| where she changed cars. The old lady
huttered away almost before the train
had stopped, and when she had been
gone fully five minutes, Miss Mayhem
ratified the beads on the floor with a
sudden crash. The thief had loosened
the clasp In his effort TO secure them.
| Something must be done. Again she
appealed to selfish men they were not
gong to leave their places. Much good
but vague advice was volunteered about
keeping tn necklace until she could for
ward it some time, which she cut short
! with decisive,
s. / will go myself.
The emergency required prompt &C
ton and she was equal to the emergency.
Without a moments hesitation she
rushed out.
j" How long do we stop?" she inquired
| of a brakeman, who exhaled hot oil from
his very countenance.
ssTwenty minutes, = replied the brake
man, surely melted by theEvil One.
Where, oh, where will that brakeman
go when he dies? Was his conscience
deadened as well as his outer ear by the
din of his life; or did he view with IN
difference the possibility of any future
state being worse than the pandemonlum
of his present existence? Our traveller
was Immediately beset by crowd of
clamorous hackmen DESTROYS of driving
her out of her wits, If not to the end o.
the earth Escaping this snare, she fell
into another of babies and dusty parents.
How many tender innocents she upset in
her haste, thus increasing the general
uproar, Ruth, although naturally hui
name, never knew.
Everywhere a hopeless blockade Of
baggage, trunks, and struggling human
ity-everywhere insane panic of hurry
in the fear of being left behind. Tie
bewildered woman could not approach
within ear-shot of the perspiring ticket
master, whose suffused face gIared
vengefully through his pigeon-hole as he
snapped short the incoherent questions
of distracted passengers. IF she could
only ascertain where the old lady had
gone.
(which is the Locust Valley train =
she asked of baggage-man who was
pausing to take breath after lifting a
Saratoga trunk of huge dimensions.
The baggage-man, with agonizing de-
liberation, rested his great hands on his
hips, thrust quid of tobacco into his
cheek, stared at his interlocutor, and
said:
"Hey?o a
Miss Ruth repeated her question with
the energy of despair.
Where do you want to go to?o in
quired the baggage-man, warilv.
And then it became painfully evident
fact that where Miss Mayhem wanted to
go and where she was going were two
widely sundered matters, for she beheld
her train in motion. To rush toward it,
to signal blindly-as if the insensate
monster would stop Ito be held back
from jumping on board in gentlemanIy
fashion, and then to be left gazing
blankly into space-tbat was her expert
! ence. Avoice came back on the wind !:
will keep your things for you. =
To inveigh bitterly against the deceit
fulness of brakemen was an impulse
which our unfortunate lady checked
with true dignity of character
$ will find the old ladyat all events,
she decided, 6 even though she should
prove the proverbial lady in that hay
stack OF a depot.
There never were so many trains look
ing exactly alike, and apparently headed
in the same direction, with their engines
prancing aimlessly up and down. Oh,
the satisfaction of at length beholding a
familiar old face, spectacles on nose,
beanaing behind window! Miss May
hew dashed frantically forward, waving
the necklace aloft. The old lady started.
felt instantly at her throat, and began To /
tumble no less frantically at the closed
SASH Varnish and springs detied her.
! Horrors The train, after dawdling any
length Of time, at this inauspicious mo-
ment continued to move. It was 3.
/ pleasant sight to behold Miss Mayhew
racing along the platform, casting digni-
! ty to the winds, and the old lady on the ]