Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-01-12
about it," said Z "second-class? Yes all
RIGHT Here we are y

Alter we were setCLed IN our places, an
old man got in. He was poorly dressed,
and wore green shade over one eve,
while the other looked weak and droop-
ing. We grunted Our disapproval at his
entrance, and made mutual grimaces, but
as his blind eye was toward us they were
lost to him. AS the train moved of, l
Told Jack my story, which you know al
ready.
"Well done. Philip! Your bread is
buttered for you," he exclaimed, when he
mad heard me to the end. ssWhat
glorious chance! Man alive, wish were
in your shoes, that's all.''
eyes, yes. my boy. All right!" I ex-
claimed 'sWell, it's shame if I don't
secure good smoke now, before the light
OF my pipe goes out into obscurity. Do
you object to smoke, sir?;'
This latter question was addressed to
the old gentleman in the corner, who ap-
peared curious mass of old coats, rail-
way rugs, and newspapers.
Il do object very much,'' was the
gruffly-spoken reply.
"Very sorry, sir,'' said I. sIll keep
my head out of the window, then"
Shame seizes me when I recall this in
cident. In lieu of attention to the old
mans wishes, | coollyIlit my pipe, and
| though knew the wind would blow the
smoke right into his eyes-though I
heard him growing VITA rage-I pulled
on heedlsssly. I should be sorry to be
so rude now, but you see was young
and excited.
| The short January afternoon was draw
ing to close, and very soon after we
were dependent for light on the lamp
that hung from the center of the carriage
roof.
| Whethe, it was the old mans example,
who had gone to sleep, or the monoton.
Gus noise Of the train as it sped along, or
thatourpowers of chatting were exhausted,
| knew not, but anyhow we too began to
feel inclined for nap. But we found
the lamp an intolerable nuisance with it's
necessarily Pickering light.
"Bother it Cant we blow it out?' I
exclaimed.
''Not if we cracked our cheeks. But
I've notionw cried ever ready-witted
Jack. "aand me the old boys hat"
"Whatever for?" as handed him the
article in question. It was worn and
rusty. but well brushed and we'll shaped.
"To make an extinguisher off, replied
Jack; and so saying he fitted it on the
lamp, making the globe act like the bald
head of the owner Of the hat. lifted to
a nicely, and so tightly as to keep we'll in
its place. The arrangement answered
splendidly, and not glimmer of light
was to be seen.
When the train stopped at Swindon we
awoke, and rushed out of the carriage to
get refreshments, quite forgetting our fell
low-passenger and his hat. On returning,
we found they had both flown. The
train started, and when we arrived at
Gloucester, Jack left me. had cool,
lonely journey to my destination, little
STATEN just below Hereford. When I
arrived, it was nine o'clock; dark, raw
night; l was very sleepy and tired. For
some moments could not find nv port
manteau; then my hat-box was missing,
and while I was searching, the guard was
exclaiming about the delay of tie train.
At last it was all found, the guard whis-
tied, the train moved of, and I was
standing on little country platform, in
a strange place.
"Any cabs Or fys to get here?" I asked
| the SCaL1On-maSter.
Dear me, no, sir" was the reply. "But
we can get you something down in the
town. Where is it to go, sir?'
II want to go to Mr.. Fosberry;s, of
Castle Hail." I replied.
l paced the wretched little station till
the conveyance came, with my mind full
OF the coming meeting. I asked the
driver how far we had to CO.
How far, sir?" said he. "Oh, about
four miles,"
got in and we bowled along the dark
narrow lanes. After half an hours drive
we entered some handsome iron gates,
and drove into what seemed to me now,
in the dim light, a very extensive park.
The whole aspect impressed me with the
idea of grand estate, and I questioned
the driver on the subject.
Indeed, it is big place, sir" he re-
| piled. "'Tis about fifteen miles about
the estate. Eth, Mr.. Fosberrys very rich.
People do say he has two hundred thou
sand pounds to leave, if he's penny, be-
side this property"
My driver jumped down and pulled
the bell. The peal resou1ded through
the house like the clang of triumph. A
footman in livery flung open the door,
and | was admitted into the hall glowing
with light and warmth, and then shown
into large brilliantly-lighted drawing
rot m.
A moment later and the tall footman
reappeared. He apologized for his mas
ters non-appearance, and requested me
| to obey the instructions of a note which
he handed me from massive silver sal
yer.
tore it open and read:
NIB. PHILIP FosBERRY WILLIAMS: The
| next time you travel by rail. do not smoke or
annoy old gentlemen: do not make the in
laughing-stock, do not tell your friends of
your great expectations; do not speak of
your crack-brained relatives; do not make ex-
lnguishers of old gentlemen's hats; do not be
slangy, vulgar and insulting to strangers; do
not nourish vain hopes of inheriting me; and,
finally do not lose any time in leaving forever
the house Of your old fireworks of fellow
traveller.
"PHILIP FOsBERRY
Up. S.-Iinclose a $50 note to pay your ex-
penses."
How I got out of the house-how l
got back to the station, and spent the
night in wretched inn-how I returned
to town and told my enraged relations
my Woeful tale wherein played such
sorry part--how my AFFECT letter of
apology was returned unread-I cannot
tell, / only know old Fosberry died
worth 100000, leaving his niece sole
heiress, and that I quarreled with Jack
Evans about it; nor have I ever spoken
to him since.