The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1879-12-17
1 sat and pondered.


'.Do you believe me % said he.
'Belfeve you? OF course I do. pr
not fool. / know when a man he
truth In his face, and you've got trutl
In your-VOioe. too. for that nfatter.y
He smiled, and thrust out his GRIM
dst. ...'~
"Pd like to shake hands with you fo
that-if you don't care"
"But 1 do care" said I, smiling il
turn. So we shook hands. II.
Cant you explain itY' .---..-s
''No-no more than I can tell you how
q flower grows" ,r.-.4. a,rI -.f
We. reached our destination and each
went his or her way, and so far as
knew there was an end of mystery and
explanation. .'haa
Five years afterward I was at New
Brunswick, aiming for the ten O'Clock
train to Philadelphia. II
/" "DraWing-room car" called I, as I ran
down the long, dark platform.
'Drawing-room car this wayp was
shouted from the rear blackness.
"Ah, is it you, Miss Dickinson
Plenty Of room tonight" and I scran.
bled in
About every official and employe on
the road knows me. So l turned to see
with which conductor / was going, but
did not recognize him. rru.
"You don't know me2''T ..
Nc" said I, yet l found something
familiar in face or voice. "You are q
new man" -... '..
eyes, !" he answered. ~ 81.
ELet me seel let me seep' thought I.
l don't like to be thWarted. [ alway.
remember peoples faces, and always for
get their names. | could forget my own
"Who is he2 When-where did / eyet
travel with him ?" -.. r.a-
"You were not a conductor when l
saw you before. I am sure of that" !
ventured.
He laughed at. my puzzled face and
answered, ''You're right there" Il
/. "Ahp' cried !, "bow's the ghostY'
The man had a fine ruddy color, but
he turned pale at that-pale as this pa
per. '' .. ~ '-
Why, you don't mean that anything
did really ever come of it% ..
Yes, but l do" .....s .. ......
"'WhatP''g ~. ..r....
"Well, I'll tell you all in a breath
that's the best way and | don't like |
talking about it. You know wanted |
to get away? Yes. We'll, I got my
transfer, came to the PhilideIphia and
Erie road, and my friend went West.
MAYBE l didn't draw a long breath
rs got under way that first day, and
thought I'd left my bugaboo SO far be.
hind me. Everything about me was SO
different from what had quilted, it
made me feel like new man. You
Inow the country the Philadelphia and
Erie runs throughT'
'Iknow it. Beautiful, fresh and hilIy,
md full of streams, with a rough look /.
ng road and curving track"
"Just so."' he assented. "anl I went
long 1t cheerful SIS a cricket, looking at
verything and full of interest until to- {
7ards nightfall = and then-welI! shut
ny eyes and drove ahead. What else
ould / do2 But my fireman was drag
ing at the rope like mad and rousing
le, and the engine was jarring and s
'lting, and presently stopped. ...
" What did you do that for? said I.
" My God, man. cried he, run over a
uman creature and mash the breath I
ut of him, and then ask what stopped |
le train fOr-are you drunk or crazyP J..
nd he plunged off and | after him. |
Il didn't expect to see anything, but !
the right, you see, as the train ran |
lere was a bit of hill, and sham /
ing old red tavern, with some lights
lining on top of it, and lot of people
ith the conductor and passengers gath t
ed about something on the road. and t
came up-there was man with his S
1t of, and open shirt, and the whisky f
title in his hand, across the track t
sad'