Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1881-11-18
I" A Long Journey"

We never may count the panied and
trodden hearts under the feet OF the
worlds great caravan. Now and then
q stray bit Of human sentiment like the
following stops the rough travel for Cd
instant, and then the crowd sweeps on.
The Detroit Post and Tribune tells this
simple story of o little coifin and lis
only mourner:
When one of the trains to this city
came in at midnight 4 few nights ago.
an old man was found sleeping in ore
OF the seats.
81 say, old mani yelled the con-
duotor. ".git out Of this do you Lear :?
This is Detroit. If you've got any
friends. they'll be looking for you"
Where's Gracie?'
"Who?" asked the conductor, re-
covering his official voice.
Little Gracie-grandpa's little pet!
I brought her with me. Is che there?"
~ guess he is not wide awake yet,"
said the curious passenger. Suppose
you help him to his feet
Conductors are experts in helping
people to their feet, and this one WIS
no exception to the rule. He took the
old man by the coat collar and stood
him up, but he sank down the next
moment limp and motionless. Just
then depot-hand came in.
:'The baggage.master wants to know
what you're going to DO with that little
deal box over there. he don't want
any of that kind lett over. and there's
no direction on it but Oracle -
THAT'S her!" said the old man, and
he stood up feeb!y. "Tske mo there.
We're going a long iourney-Gracie
and me; long, long journey, bnt it
don't seem as if knew the way right
clear"
They took him into The depot and
laid him on one of the benches and put
his carpet bag under his head, but still
he fretted for lis "leetle Gracie-his
pet, and ut last they consoled him by
telling him che was resting, was asleep,
and must not be disturbed.
The little "box," with Oracle written
upon it in lead pencil, was safe enough
with the other freight" and the old
man slept peacefully at last. Some
kind soul threw rug over him near
morning. ard asked him what train he
was waiting for. but all the answer he
made was feeble "Thank'ee; call me
at sunrise. We're going long journey,
Gracio and me-"
He was called at sunrise by voice
that none may refuse. and when flood
OF rosy light shone into the dreary
room he was up and away-gone on his
long journey. Only the worn.out body
was there, and yesterday it was laid
away with little Oracle" in the
strangers lot at Mount Elliott, un-
known, yet possibly in as sure hope
OF gracious resurrection ms II marked
by thirty feet of monumental clay.
Pretty WoMEs.-sir. it is very fool
ISL to resolve net TO marry a pretty
woman. Beauty is of itself. yery esti-
mable. No. sir; ! would prefer
pretty woman unless there are cbiec.
tions to her. A pretty woman NAV be
foolish; pretty woman may be wicked;
pretty woman may not ike nae. Bat
there Is no such danger in marrying
pretty woman as is apprehended. She
vii! not be prosecuted il she does not
invite persecution. A pretty woman,
If she has mind 40 be wicked. can
find reader way than another: and
that is all.-iSamuel johnson. s.
A dying thief was compassiona.ely
released from the Rhode Island State
Prison, and sent to pass lis remaining
days at home in Providence; but before
his death he crawled out and robbed
seven houses.