Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1877-12-26
MORE THAN MATCH FOR HER.
By LULU NJ. W.

W
dow and grows interested in the scene
cry. There are only few passengers
on the fast express this afternoon, most
" ladies and children going to spend
Sunday with suburban friends. The
gentlemen could be counted on your
fingers. The decayed politician in the
white hat, buried in an editorial The
little man next him fairly perspiring
with fear lest the politician shall begin
again with, Sir, this country is going
to the dogs As if dogs were the last
animals in the world the country should
90 to in any provocation whatever In
front of the window two young mascu-
line lack-brainS, htir heads supposed
Through faith to he where their hats
and collars meet, there being no evil
dence of it to the bodily eye. Making
four. A consumptive clergyman bound
for the mountains five, and directly
behind the widow gentleman taking it
easy, like an old which | be-
lieve is six, in all, and bringing you to
the thumb of your other hand. The
widow glances ut the ladies dresses,
ignores the children, scrutinizeS all the
gentlemen save one, number SIX. Her
novel is finished she is not hungry
enough to eat, not tired enough to
sleep. She does not feel in the mood
for talking, and has nobody to talk to if
she did. So, her inner resources prov
ing unavailable, the widow looks out Of
the window and grows interested in the
scenery. The hills and banks disappear
so rapidly that they might seem covered
with snow instead of white blossoms, if
it were not for the scent that comes
floating in. There are fields of grain
bending as the wind wills, there are
sheep pasturing, there are goslings pic
nicing by the ditch, there are cows
waiting to be MIXED. All !, there must
be the milk-maid letting down the bars
now little further on is red barn
with young farmer smoking his pipe
in the doorway and thinking of-who
knows? Perhaps the milk-maid. There
is country road winding about and
losing itself in the woods. One cannot
see half one wishes to on fast ex-
press. 1t is n pity, is it not? You may
wonder that such insigniicapts as geese
and COWS and red barns should be
capable of exciting any ones interest.
You would not if you knew what it was
to never, never, never see any thing
beyond thread and needles, fashion
plate and such an extent of smoky city
sky as one may get from n shop win
dow. But the widow must have anoth-
er look at the little lake of lilies hving
by, and bends her head uncomfortable.
And after all she does not see it. A
sharp-cornered, ugly little cinder blows
in her eye. Then, being in total ignor-
ance as to the management of cindcrs,
she rubs and pokes and blinks, in fine,
does all the wrong but usual things, and
grows pink and begins to get little out
of temper. This catastrophe is averted
by the gentleman behind, who leans over
and says.
" | think, madam, with your permits
sion, that | can relieve you"
So the long black veil is turned aside,
the lid is lifted, and the widow piously
thanks Heaven for her long lashes, while
deft fingers and quick eyes are conquer
ing that perverse cinder. Then, with a
sigh of relief very effectively sighed in
deed, the widow begins. The quiet " So
small service, madam, requires no
thanks" checks elusive gratitude, but
afterwards it is very easy to open con-
versation. The conductor, after the
manner Of his tribe, opens the door and
shouts the name of the station in Ian
guage as unintelligiblc to the majority
OF passengers as Choctaw, but by refer
ence to the list of stations it is found to
he Woodville
la / II
before we get into New Hampton, and
The widow looks out timidly 1t is dark
now, the flood of yellow light has paled,
and there is already venturesome star
overhead. The birds are flying to their
nests, and one can almost hear the
crlekets chipping as the dew falls.
Probably. Do you stop there?" the
gentleman asks so politely that it is not
.mpertinent.
Yes. And you p
., am up from Chicago to sketch
among the hills for week-or longer"
The discovery that the pair of eyes in
front We're Of the color he had been
hunting for his projected Cecilia" be-
ing the inspiration for the added words.
one snail sit for me- he determines
beforehand.
Dean Neal = and the widow looked
q, ~ lhe bit of pasteboard in her hand. Il
5Ne The name. | may make it mine
leIofe the vacation is over" Perhaps
me was not designing, being a widow.
~ ~ al events she had no time to lay
mans and schemes. for the train was
sung IN to New Hampton, and there
"a, me usual hustle and commotion pre-
e'f1It2ry to leaving it.
ro.. beg your pardon, but do you ex-
tSo' any one TO meet vou?" asked Mr..