The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1877-11-23


doubt il ever man made himself
more obnoxious to the travelling public
brought into contact with him than did
Jason WsrrentoD. wbilogn station mas
ter out on the Maine end of the Allan
tic and st. Lawrence Railroad. This
IN Wsrrenton bad in former times
Eept small public house in the post
village of Pinhook. and when the rail-
way was opened through the place he
managed to obtain the position OF sta
tion-msster, or, "depot-master." as they
are more frequently called IN New Eng
lanf.
Simply. Jason Warrenton was ty-
rant and . mousing sneak. He was
puiEe up and arrogant He strutted
up aud down upon the platform Of his
It .'ion like hero.
In this mood Jason warrenton was
strutting up and down the platform on
the afternoon Of bright June day. ON
the lookout for the through train from
Portland to Montreal. By and BY the
train cams laundering up. and came to
. stop.
A few passengers got of who were
destined for that station. aud few. -
10 usual, got of Just to look around.
Among the former we're gentleman
end lady-msn aud wifc-for whom .
wagon was in waiting. Among the
latter was portly. middle aged man.
habited in garb Of course Scotch gray
stuff, aud looking every inch the com.
Portable English gentleman.
The msn 6rst mentioned lie his wife
Of the wagon. and then went forward
to look to his baggage. which consisted
To . trunk aud o common -four barrel.
The barrel was an old enc. evidently
coutsing various packages. The auto
crat If the depot got his eyes upon it,
and ''smelled big mice"
"Ahs!" be exclaimed, tipping the
barrel partially over. and shaking it.
what ye got hereT"
THAT il part Of my baggage. sir"
answered the traveller.
AYE, but what We You got in il?
''They are goods bought in Port
lsnd."
"Wbat kind Of goodss''
''Idon't see how II can be any Of your
business. sir" said the owner with con.
siderable feeling. He knew the auto
crat and dsspised him.
''Oh0! ye don't don't yer Well res
Bring me IN axe. somebody"
At this juncture. the man in Scotch
gray came up. and in very gentleman.
" aud modest manner inftxmed the
depot master tnst he would vouch for
the honesty Of the package.
"Who asked for your serviccs?" de.
msnded Wsrrenton. with towering In.
dignation. "YUu'll speak when you're
spoken to! Where's that ax~s"
inst here. while the autocrst was
looking tor the axe, the man in gray
moti0ned to some Of the train hands,
and in response to bis order they took
up the barrel and placed Il In the wsg
on, and the team was being driven OF.
when Warrenton came back with q
Ratchet. He was in furious passion
He wanted the name Of the man who
had dared to interfere with his official
business.
II will send you my name by and by,
my dear sir" said the Englishmsn.
You will excuse mo now. ss the train
is in motion"
and 20 II was. The man in gray
jumped on board, and the ssasion.rnss
ter. fairly boiling with wrath, saw him
smiling on tho platform - il wound
out of sight beyond the long line of
wood-houses.
"Who--who is that mans Docs any.
body know
"That," said Q spare engineer of the
road. who had stopped there for the
purpose Of experimenting the filing OF
. stationary engine used for wood-saw-
ing. that" he repeated with . pecu.
liar winking and twiakling, lis Mr.. g.
]. Bridges"
Mercy! how pale became wsrrsnton's
face. aud how his legs shook beneath
him +! Il was the General Manager oi
the road.
Aud on the following day Jason War
renton learned tas name Of the man In
gray officially. It was attached To a
brief note Informing him that his ser.
vices were no longer required by the
Management Of tho road. Signed-Re-
spectiully. c. BRlpoEs.