Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-23

Eyes, just exactly So" echoed the en-
gineer; "and just exactly so I've seen il
every day, and done it regularly since
then. And can't stand it much long
er; I've got to quit. Look at that !
holding up his strong hand that was
J shaking in way that didn't belong te
its muscles, nor to the clear blue eyes
that had no drink or craze in them. "May
be can make a change with a friend Of
mine who wants to come West; anyway
I'm going to get out Of here lively.
sat down and pondered.
ado you believe me?" said he.
"Belleve you? Of course I do. I'm
not Il tool. I know when man has
truth IN his face, and you've got truth
in yours-volcc, too, Tor that natter
He smiled and thrust out his grimy
fist.
'I'd like to shake hands with YOU TO,
that-lf you don't care
'But l do care,' said smiling in turn
So we shook hands.
"Can't you explain lt?''
"NO-no more than I can tell you how
flowers grow"
We reached our destination and each
went his or her way, and SO far as I
knew there was an end Of mystery and ex-
PLANTATION.
Five years after was at New Bruins
wick aiming for the ten o'clock train to
Philadelphia.
"Drawing- room car called I, as I ran
down the long, dark platform.
"Drawiag-room car this way" was
shouted from the rear blackness.
''Ah, it is you, Miss Dickinson? Plenty
of room tonight and I scrambled in.
About every oficiel and employee on
the railroad knows me. So turned to
see with which conductor I was going,
but did not recognize him.
"You don't know me-
"No, said I, yet I found something
familiar in face or voice. "You are a
new man?"
eyes," he answered.
''Let me see. let me see.' thought L.
I don't like t. be thwarted. I always re-
member peoples faces and always forget
their names. [ could forget my own.
"Who is he? When, where did I ever
travel with him?'
"You were not conductor when saw
you before. I am sure of that I ven
tured.
He laughed at my puzzled face and an
swered, YOU'RE right there"
All at once placed him.
''Ah!" cried I, shows the ghost?"
The man had a fine rudy color, but he
turned pale at that-pale as this paper.
"Why, you don't mean that anything
did really ever come of lt?''
ayes, but l do
"What2"
"Well! III tell you all in a breath
that's the best way, and I don't like
talking about it. You know I wanted
to get away? Yes. Well, I got my trans
fer, came to the Philadelphia and Erie
road, and my friend went West.
Maybe didn't draw a long breath as
1 got under way that first day, as though
I'd left my bugaboo so far behind me.
Everything about me was so different
from what I had quilted, it made me
feel like a new man. You know the
country the Philadelphia and Erie runs
through?"
81 knowi it. Beautiful, fresh and billy,
anu 1ull OF stream, with a rOugh-lOOklng
road and curving track
"Just So" he assented, and I went
along it cheerful as cricket, looking at
everything and full ofinterest till toward
nightfall- and then-:well!- ~ shut my
eyes and drove ahead. What else could
l do? But my fireman was dragging at
the rope like mad and rousing me, and
the train was jarring and jolting, and
presently stopped.
"What did you do that for?" said I.
"My God, man." he cried, "run over a
human creature and knock the breath
out of him, and then ask what stop the
train for-are you drunk or crazy?' and
he plunged off and 1 after him.
81 did not expect to see anything, but
at the right, you see, as the train ran
there was bit Of hill and a stumbling
old red tavern, with some lights shining
on top of it, and ditch at the bottom,
and lot of people with the conductor
and passengers gathered about something
on the road, and as came up there was a
man with his hat off, and open shirt, ly-
ing across tie track-dead."