The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1876-11-10
RIDING ON A RAIL.

Here we sit side by side, one behind !
another, all in rows. Our umbrellas and
travelling bags and shawl straps over head, /
our busters about us, each armed with a
ticket which the conductor occasionally |
punches, with what motive he alone knows. |
The majority wearing his or her most dis |
contented expression of countenance, and |
in every mind an occasional thought of COL |
lision or overset, as the whistle gives an |
exceptionally shrill shrek.
Brothers and sisters i'm our objects, our
discomforts and our danger, as we are
whirled to the next station behind the great
iron-horse, but by no means so because of
any brotberly love that the situation ava
kens IN us for each seems to blame his
unknown neighbor for all the untoward
circumstances of tTavelwhich are assuredly
under no ones control.
At all events, the gentleman yonder evil
IDENTITY thinks that that lady behind him
wa. instrumental in getting that cinder into
his eye, for, having coaxed it out, he turns
and glares at her, and says: "Have you
any objection to having this window shut,
ma amp in tones which prove how his
wife catches it, when his dinner doesn't
suit him.
Poorlit spinster! Some such thoughts
crossed her mind, think. She has been
tugging at that window for an hour, and
has looked very much as if some one, strong
enough to shut it, at her side, would he a
comfort, but now an expression of pure
content settles down upon her features
Yes, my dear, he might have been like
that, and it is much better as it is, very
much better. You had best not look be-
hind you, though. There is picture cal
! culated to make every woman say Eyes
| to the question, "Wili you have me?''
A tableau of two, both young and band
| some, their eyes so fun of tenderness their
| clothes SO new, their hearts So light--sittiug
| SO very straight in their seats when we have
just passed through, a tunpell Honey
| moon written all over them--the only pec-
| pie Oh the car who are not hot and tired and
| drowsy. Heaven pity folks who have not
had honeymoon. No, don't look around,
my dear,'
A family party youtier Pa; ma nurse
in a cap; Saby with a bottle, poisoning it.
| self: little boy of three, believing twins of
| five eating cake seven year odd BOY pinch
ing his nine year old sister young lady
| of fourteen and a young gentleman of six
teen trying to look as If they did not belong
| to the family. Will they all get .here safe,
| under the wing of parental solicitude p
| And will the establishment where they are
| to be boarded for the summer keep them
| in their present state of plumpness each
| one fa.ter than the other, until the baby is
| simply a pink-and- white ball.
What a contrast to the old bachelor ia
the next seat who looks as though some
one had made jelly Of n i'm aud thrown the
bones away, Yet he seems harmless and
lonely ssdces the excellent spiuster yoncer,
If one could only make a match between
them, now! They seera to be SO perfectly
suited to each other Probably, however.
| il one inquired, he would not consider her
young enough, and she would not think him
rs handsome as he should be. Peoples
taste for youth and personal beauty in the
other Sex doesnot seem 70 expire with their
own, by any means.
Am sorry for that young exquisite or
not? He had managed to get himself SO
nicely fixed--a seat next the window on
the shady side, the rest of IL for his port
nanteau, his umbrella and his hat box, and
he was so trim and dapper and cool and
happy. He was not goiug to move his be-
longings, not he, until some elegantly
| dressed fafnsel entered without escort
Vainly old ladies gazed at the seat and old
gentlemen stood besitatfng. Away they
went to roast on the sunny side OF the car,
for aught he cared. But Sally Maria So
cum. who got on at Panxin Bridge-we
know her name because it is marked in
white on her travelling bag-did not wait
for things to he moved. She sat down
and how our exquisite holds his umbrella
in one hand and its handle i'm the other,
and at his feet lies flattened hat box, into
| which he dares not lock; VIII lie Sally Maria,
i'm her rose-be-strewn hat and blanket
shawl, eat peaches with soft spots in them,
and besprinkles him with the Juice.
No need of plying him he pities him
self enough.-M. X. d. in Philadelphia
| Ledger.