The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1875-07-30

voice from the door, proceeding from n
stout and valiant traveller, who, indeed,
held in an iron grip n 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 of all
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 n
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 Mt the crowded terminus
where she changed cars. The old lady
tluttered 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 q
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 the necklace until she could for
ward it some time, which she cut short
with n decisive,
81 will go myself. "
The emergency required prompt ac-
ton and she was equal to the emergency.
Without n moments hesitation she
rushed out.
How long do we stop 2" she inquired
of brakeman, who exhaled hot oil from
his very countenance.
Twenty 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 we'll 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 pandemonium
OF his present existence Our traveller
was Immediately beset by a crowd of
clamorous hackmen DESTROYS of driving
her out of her wits, if not to the end of
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
lty-everywhere insane panic of hurry
in the fear of being left behind. The
bewildered woman could not approach
within ear-shot of the perspiiing ticket
master, whose suifused face glared |
vengefully through his pigeon-hole as he
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 n
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:
"Heyl"
Miss Ruth repeated her question with
the energy of despair.
" Where do you want to go to 2" in
CURED the baggage-man, warily.
And then it became painfully evident
act that where Miss Mayhem wanted to
go and where she was going were two
widely sundered matters, for she beheld
Ter train in motion. To rush toward it.
% signal blindly-as if the insensate
monster would stop to be held back
rom jumping on board in gentlemanly
ashton, and then to be left gazing
'lankly into space-that was her expert
nee. A voice came back on the wind:
!" will keep your things for you"
To lnveigh bitterly against the deceit
illness OF brakemen was an impulse
which Our unfortunate lady checked ,
nth true dignity of character.
" L will find the old ladyat all events" ,
he decided, "even though she should
rove the proverbial lady in that hay (
tack of depot" !
There never were so many trains look '
lg exactly alike, and apparently headed i
l the same direction, with their engines y
RANGING aimlessly up and down. Oh. /
le satisfaction of at length beholding i
lmiliar old face, spectacles on nose, G
canning behind window! Miss May
ew dashed frantically forward, waving
lie necklace aloft. The old lady started.
1T instantly at her throat, and began to
lmble no less frantically at the closed -.
sh. Varnish and springs detied her.
errors The train, after dawdling any G.
myth of time, at this inauspicious mo- II
ent continued to move. 1t was s.
easant sight to behold Miss Mavhew u
cling along the platform, casting digni- u
to the winds, and the old lady on the &c
rye of apoplexy, within the car in her u
forts to. raise the window. How the IL
ople stared, to be sure But Miss SC
ayhew did not care. She was long "A
st personal constituencies; and when iir
Q sash finally yielded, just as she IN
lched the extreme edge of the plat us
rm, she threw in the beads, and retir- al
r. seated herself on n Garnet bog 20 til