Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1876-04-06
Story Of Tough Winter Thirty Years
Ago.


! They used to have tough winters in
New York. That delightful editor
Lewis Gaylord Clark, told in his de-
partment OF the old time Knicker-
booker MAGAZINE, a touching story Of
the cold winter nights thirty years
gone. He got into stage one night
at his Office way down town, and was
for some blocks the sole occupant OF
the draughty creaking vehicle. Then
it stopped and took in a pompous old
fellow, swathed In furs and warm
woods. The fare in those days was
six cents, and the new conner poked
a five-dollar bill up at the driver,
who dumbly shouted back that he
could not make the change, his fin
gers were so cold, and so the pomp-
Gus man curled mp in his comfortable
clothes and the editor sat and thought
what a small mean soul that man had
in him. They rode on and on: final
ly, with a great deal Of smoky breath.
the drivers thick voice came through
the hole:
Haven't We got any change at all ?"
And the rich man looked insulteo
and shouted, mo, 1 tell you; there's
that BILL" and again he offered it.
But the driver faced around. say
ing:
I'm too cold to make change"
And the stage drove on, the rich
man doing and Mr.. Clark thinking
him over and making up his mind
that he had the roundest shouldered,
narrowest- -chested soul that was ever
made, inside him.
On, on they rode, till the stage was
way up town-up as far as Bleecker
street, which was up town then.
Here the rich man got up to leave,
and to Clark's great indignation
handed up the five-dollar bill again,
but to Clark's utter amazement and
abashment, also, said:
Hand in six cents to the company
and put the rest in your pocket: it's
cold night, thatll help warm ye."
He bounded out and Clark felt Mr..
r. E. Morse tugging at his heart
strings. He wanted to run after,
shake hands and ask that mans par
don, bat the resolve. like most good
ones, came too late.
And the editor fell to moralizing
perhaps to sleep. Anyway. the first
thing he knew he was carried away
past his street, and the omnibus had
swung round into the stable yard
Two or three gruff men with lanterns
surrounded them and were pulling al
the drivers legs, with Hi Bill Wake
up old mani"
Mr.. Clark tumbled out and finding
something was wrong fingered mo
ment--to see, to his horror, the mis-
cradle driver lifted from his seat
, corpse-frozen to death on the perch
his lines still lying in the stiff fingers
the CLASSY eyes open, as il in dealt
the poor driver meant to look out TO
his horses.
Then Mr.. Clark remembered tn,
incident of the five dollar bill ant
went with the dead into the Office
There tucked inside the mans ragget
mitten was the money. and very will
lingly the man in charge acknowledg
, ed his right to it.
But the worst part Of the night
work remains. Bill has wife, ans
the men told how the poor. devote,
, creature these cold nights had a nic'
warm supper and a rousing fire II
: waiting for "her man, who drove the
. last stage up" And Mr.. Clark vol
uhteered to precede the sad sigh
which was to blind those faithful
watching eyes with bitter tears, AM
break the news gently to the poo
widow. Then he describes the IA
up room in the miserable house OIL
} Tenth avenue, where the light Of tn
= little window streamed out far int.
the night, beacon to the homes
: heart coming home to her; the cheer,
2 face at the opening door that shranl
fearfully back at stranger; the nea
, room, with the comfortable suppe
smoking on the stove: the little tabl
, set for two; the numberless evidenc
es OF the woman's thrift and love
and then, alasl the dreadful story
We have seen man get up after
5 mule had kicked him very rarely
: thought and swear with both hand
t upliited that he didn't believe the ami
l NAL had stirred a peg-he looked 8
immovable and uncOncerned.
]. A mule is a very "quick" animal.
/ Great quantities of this substanc
lie hidden away beneath his toe-calk,
Caution: Take our word for thi
and don't go hunting around in tha
vicinity.