Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1875-08-21
A Boston Lady's Experience.

Ellsworth Americana
Mrs. A., who resides in one of the fine
mansions on the Black Bay. liked the
reading OF n Of those advertisements
that appear daily in one Of u papers.
which told of a lovely spot in New
Hampshire which was " just the place to
spend a few weeks in summer" so she
eorrssponded at once with the parties.
and made arrangements to 20 up and
board with them, but forgot to add when
she would be there. One morning she
left Boston on the frsttrain, after receiv-
ing a promise from her husband that he
would 500 join her. About two in the
afternoon she reached, az she thought,
her place Of destination, but upon in
quiry found that there we're Eve hours
ride by stage in store for her. This n
nouncement quite nettled her, as in
giving directions this fact had not
been mentioned, but she engaged pas
sage on the stage, which proved TO be
a two-seated wagon, on which she started
Oft alone, with one of those good-naturedg
though rough s~tage-drivers often found
in the country, who know e~verybody's.
business, talk with their passengers az
though they we're old acquaintance and
persist in asking questions until they
have learned their names, where. they
are from, where they are going, and how
long they intend to stayl He at once
entered into conversation with Mrs. a.
in the usual style, and whom he learned
where she was going and for what pur.
pose, he gave a low whistle and said,
Wal | guess | can reckon on you for
a passenger back tomorrow" When
she questioned her informant as to what
he knew of the place and people, he
said, "Oh, they are good enough / s'pose,
but it ls the lonesomest place you ever
saw" She was feeling very home-sick
when they drove up to a large farmhouse,
a desolate-looking place with no paint
on the building, not ablind on the house;
half Of the windows were without cur
taiHs and there was cot a tree or shrub
or flower to be seen in the little field that
inclosed this dreary habitation. 1t was
hard work to keep back the tears, while
she begged the driver not to leave her
there, but he said, why, dear woman.
TO stop here is the only thing you can
do, for there is not a hotel within ten
miles" so with a heavy heart she
alighted, tired and hungry, and the
driver raped away on the front door
with his whip, but received no response,
so they went around to the back door and
there encountered a man with a pail Of
milk in each hand. Upon being informed
who the newcomer was, the farmer
said, wal, now, haint that tn bad?
We didn't think you'd come so soon,
and my old woman has gone away; but
never mind, she'll be here in the
morning" Before the driver left, the
lady spoke low, and charged him not
to forget her on the morrow, for she
should return with him. When left
alone with the farmer, he invited her
into the house and showed her supper
less to her room but what a room it was
nc carpet on the floor, no paper on the
walls, nor a lock on one Of the doors,
As soon as she was left alone she threw
herself on the bed and cried until she
fell asleep. When she rose the next
morning, she saw a female gliding about
the house, and upon inquiring learned
to her horror that she had been left alone
in that great house all night, while the
host drove miles away after his old
woman" Soon. after the stage came
rafting along, and despite the urgent
entreaties of the homespun couple, Mrs.
A. jumped aboard, and she now declares
that it was the happiest moment of her
life when she was once more seated be-
hind the good natured stage driver.