The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1877-08-08
Don't Judge from Appearances.

"Halloa Limpy, the cars will start in
a minute; hurry up. or VIC shall leave
you behind
The cars we're waiting ut station Of
one Of our western railroads. The
baggage master was busy with checks
The men We're hurrying to and fro with
chests, vslices, packages aud tru"ks.
Men women and children were rushing
for the cars. and hastily securing their
seats, while the locomotive snorted.
blowed and pulled
A man carelessly dressed was stand
ing on the platform Of the depot. He
was looking around him, and seemingly
paid little attention to what was pass
ing. 1t was easy to see that he was
lame. At hasty glance one might
easily suppose that he was a man Of
neither wealth nor influence. The con-
ductor gave him u contcmptuous look.
and Stamping him familiarly on the
-hoaia7r. e,.lted out:
Hallos, Lmpy; breer get. aboard -
the cars viii leave you behind
Time enough. l reckon" replied the
individual. and he retained his seeming
listless position.
The last trunk had been inmAled
into the baggage car "Ail aboard ~
shouted the conductor Get on,
Limpy," said he as he passed the lame,
carelessly dressed man. The lame man
made no reply.
just rs the train was slowly moving
away. the lame man stepped onto the
platform of the last car. and walking
in quietly, took o seat. The train had
moved on few miles when the con-
ductor appeared ut the door of the car
where our friend was sitting. Passing
along. he soon discovered the stranger
he had seeu at the station.
Hand cut your money. here"
II don't pay" replied the man. very
quietly.
Don't pay!"
mo sir"
Wen see about that; shall put
you off at the next station" and he
seized the valise which was on the rack
above the head OF our lame friend.
Better not be so rough. young
man." returned the stranger.
The conductor released the carpet
bag for moment. and seeing that he
could do no more then, he passed on TO
collect the fare from the other passen-
gers. As he stopped at seat a few
PAGES off, q gentleman who had heard
the conversation just mentioned, looked
at the conductor and asked him;
"Do you know to whom you were
speaking just now!"
mo sir"
That was Peter Warburtou. the
President Of the road"
Are you sure Of that, asked the
conductor, trying to conceal his sgi-
tation.
IL know him"
The color rose a little to the young
mans face. but with a strong effort he
controlled himself. aud went on collect
ing his fare as usual.
Meanwhile, Mr.. Warbarton sat quiet
ly in his seat--none Of those near him
could unravel the expression of his
face. nor tell what would be the Eext
movement in the scene. And he-of
what tuouSut tc he noo uscu tuuSiy
treated, he had been unkisdly tainted
with the infirmity. which, perhaps, had
come through no fault of his. He could
revenge himself if he chose. lie could
tell the directors the simple truth. aud
the young man should lie deprived of
his place at once. Should he do it
And yet. why shoald he care. He
knew what he was worth He knew
how he had risen by his own exer,ions
to the position he now held. When a
little orange peidler. he stool by the
stree. crossings sud hss' 'rsay srh y
4. ha / ssiy 20 ,hcse isye ~ args ~;
ao Vas respected now. should Ae care
tora strangers roughness or ssent
Those who 81. near him waited curious
iy to s.c the eni.
Presently the conductor came Lack,
With >;eaiy energy be walked ZIP !"
Mr.. Waiburton's side. He took his
books from his pocket. and the tans
bills and tickets which he had COLLECTED.
and laid them in Mr.. Warbur,on
hand.
! II resign my place. air." be said.