New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1880-03-10
ALONG TIE LINE.

AL0NG THE LINE.
w1I1s ~ AZ. $h;;sas OF ''of5'" D1." up
Al I'm IN se:t K ;ea ssir T. enoas boys
Sc th 9;d I.a g for tho Teller what takes no
And hin = ns Sill be Z our folks man or
You didn't know gm-of course not-rm tellin'
Afeafful chap on biz muscle, Wild old boy,
But, boys;-no: don't you foreit 1.-THE was a.
4. any man t6.t the county hsld-and plenty o
Jim !a@ liehtnin' jerker-of course you know
He cot 8 e. little table and ratified The Morse
And dad:'t Il rattle, 1bst you, He'd studied
There wssnt . one that could "send" With him,
not al along the line.
One time Jim at in the Office, a-smokin' and
When IN come ! feller was lookin' sksezed-
and huff to Do skeered about
And &eltss S sss l. broke. ou, wont c,iclin,
along the line.
I think that line vas connected With every soul
From II, ~ Sc. sent { u Ho~a.ds-rm one.
OF III the 9.1e 8 the Union. NO t.llin' which
And 8 e: . &: MA 'a' And jim. he
All day long he WA settin' puahin' away at the
Or taki9 Of from tho sounder, Just - tho ea.e
And mos q q. night .-nun,in'. And what VA.
bI0Cin' hiD heart
was knowin' BE only 'istsr n him was seventy
Tho air got full o tho fever; GA. sro~sd up in
Travel tbs town town al over. and never /. man you'd
'oeut. maybe. some TELLER runnin'. who'd cay.
I'm - e A &sa &. doctor" OF Bill, i.
When folk :; ~. en- under-they might b The very
We 'd1sysf .s sn oa ste box and
TO wait their turn 70 be planted-without word
or prayer
Tor psayin' OF p1eachtn' there.
We'll. Jim. he minded his duty. and stuck to tho
But 6ey:, oes +, s.ts!d., night. when b. vas busy
There come 5sesf. and hi. Office call, and soon
- he'd time to eign
3ovr stsfsrs tool tie Jtusr and died" come
dashin' along the line.
Throw up the winder and let in airi Bow can I
breathe Or speak
with-;Jim! Oh, certainly; news like that was
bound for % make him wax;
But Jim ea ct e : :S4 It the tao'he want the
And e :SS ts and cooler th:n Am now. he hD-
But then be dropped-end in four days more al
Wa the wasted body that once had held tho
Oh, boys, tsst brot6er ' s si.ter Va. brother
and sister . mine
wonder 'aI if +s s.eF zen meet asin- somewherss
-zrsetn Russell. in Sertonsr for September.
-" Prisoner, how old are. you?'
twenty-five, your honor" Twenty
swo? your papers make out that you
were born twenty-three years ago. :"
$50 was, but I spent one year in
prison, and I don't count that-it was
LEMONFIN8ERS.
FIVE years ago was telegraph clerk
at Newstone Station. l had a week OF
day duty and week of night duty
alternately. Christmas eve had come
round. of all nights in the year, and
there I found myself cooped up as
usual in the little Office; two great star
ing instruments in front of me, liar
ing gaslight overhead, and q we'll
heaped CRATE by my side; not forget
ting q three-volume novel to assist me
in Willing away the long dark hours.
The GIT messages at Newstone were
never very numerous. There were rare
" any for private people; they referred
mostly to the business of the railway
company. That evening. l felt very
low spirited: 1t went against the grain
to work on Christmas eve, when every
body else seemed to be keeping holiday
and enjoying themselves. Carrie and
l had been engaged about two years,
and, for any prospect of marriage, we
might be engaged for twenty years
longer. Mr.. Lancaster, Carries father,
was tradesman in good way Of
business, and naturally refused to let
his daughter marry q fellow who was
getting only seventy pounds sterling q
year. He several times advised Carrie
to give me up, but, a. she would not
do that, he contented himself with for.
bidding me the house, trusting to time
and distance-for they lived several
miles from Newstone-to aid his cause
l knew that Mr.. Lancaster always
invited q number Of young people to
his house on Christmas eve, and l
pictured them there, dancing; Carrie
fitting about in her white muslin dress
with tho very ribbon round her waist
that had given her only q month be-
fore. Would any thought Of my miser-
able self cross her mind as she moved
among the gay company? Perhaps nv
detested rival, Binks, the draper, might
be even dancing with hor, and pressing
her waist with his arm at that very mo-
ment. Thoughts not calmly to be
borne; so away I went on the platform
for q change Of scene.
A clear starlight night, with keen
breeze that whistled shrill and dry
through the telegraph wires above nv
head, and brought to my ears the faint
sounds, made soft and sweet by dis
lance, of the Christmas waits. Lam
terms. fitting like fire flames among
the wagons in the station yard; hoarse
uncouth shouts of men, and wild
shrieks from distracted locomotives,
that seemed madly tearing up and
down, merely to keep themselves in Z
glow on such bitter night. and not be-
cause they had anything to do. So
into the Office again, with numb fingers,
glad to have such q haven.
The long dark hours sped slowly;
each hour clinked out by the valorous
little clock in the corner. Midnight
came and went; one o'clock, two
o'clock, three o'clock. l had grown
tired Of the charming heroine, and had
again become weakly respondent on
the subject Of Binks, when was
aroused by the quick tinkle Of the cleo
trio bell A private message:
Nr. Koef. honville, 70 Mr. Daxke, g HiRh
street. NoWst0ne. -
"Lemon6neem starts By the mail tonight. All
Creme. Take care of the black dwarf"
was accustomed to queer messages,
but this was the oldest I had seen.
spelled it over twice, to SEQ that had
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