, 1878-01-04
A Wilted AntOerat.

| doubt il ever a man made himself
more obnoxious To the travelling public
brought into contact with him thas did
Jason Warrenton, whilOm stalion.master
on the Maine end on the Atlantic and st.
Lawrence Railroad. This man Warren.
ton had, in former times, kept a small
public house in the post-viIlage of Pin.
hook, aud when the railway was opened
through the place he managed to obtain
the position OF station.mas,er, or depot
MASTER as they are more frequently
called IN New England.
Simply, Jason Wsrrenton vas tyrans
aud Il mousing sneak. He was puffed up
and arrogant. lie strutted up aud down
upon the platform Of his station like a
hero.
In this mood Jason Wsrrenton was
s;rutting up and down the platform on
the afternoon of bright June day, on
the lookout for the through train from
Portland to Montreal. BY aud by the
train came laundering up, and came to
stop.
A few passengers got off who were des.
tined for that station, and few, as is
usual, got off just to look around. Among
the former were gentleman and lady
man and wife-for whom wagon was in
waiting. Among the latter was portly,
middle-aged man, habited in a garb OF
coarse Scotch gray stuff, and looking
every inch the comfortable English gen.
tleman.
The man first mentioned led his wife
to the wagon, and then went forward to
look to his baggage, which consisted of a
trunk and common -four barrel. The
barrel was an old one, evidently contain
ing various packages. The autocrat OF
the depot got his eye upon it,and "smelled
big MICE"
"Aha!' he exclaimed, tipping the bar.
rel partially over, and shaking it.
What ye got here2"
"That is a part of my baggage, SIR an
swered the traveller.
"Aye, but what we you got in itG'
"They are goods l bought in Portland"
"What kind of goodss"
~ don't see how it can be any of your
business, sir" said the owner, with con-
siderable feeling. He knew the autocrat
and despiSed him.
"Ohol ye don't, don't ye9 Wen see
Bring me an axe, somebody"
At this juncture, the man in Scotch
gray came up, and in a very gentlemanly
and modest manner Informed the depot
master that he would avouch for the
hnnaatu nE tha napx
"Who asked for your services2" de-
manded Warrenton, with towering in.
dignation. you'll speak when you're
spoken to! Where's that axe2"
Just here, while the autocrat was look
ing for the axe, the man in gray motioned
to some of the train hands, and in re.
sponse to his order they took up the bar
rel and placed it in the wagon, and the team
was being driven off when Warrenton
came back with hatchet. He was in q
furious passion. He wanted the name of
the man who had dared to interfere with
his official business.
~ will send you my name by and by,
my dear SIR" said the Englishman.
"You will excuse me now, as the train
is in motion"
And 80 it was. The man in gray
jumped on board, and the station master,
fairly boiling with wrath, saw him smil-
ing upon the platform as it wound out of
sight beyond the long line of wood
houses.
"Who-who is that mani Does any
body knowa"
"That," said a spare engineer of the
road, who bad stopped there for the pur-
pose of experimenting the fixing of a
stationery engine used for wood. saving,
"that," he repeated, with peculiar wink
ing and twinkling, "is Mr.. C.J. Bridges" !"
Mercy how pale became Warrenton's
face, and how his legs shook beneath
him! 1t was the general manager of the
road
And on the following day Jason War
renton learned the name uf the man in
gray officially. 1t was attached to a
brief note informing him that his SER
vices were no longer required by the
management of the road. Signed
"Respectfully, c. j. Bridges."-N. y.
Ledger.