Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1882-10-14

out at the people for FIVE minutes
longer-or at least SO said the fat
faced clock in the "ladies' room" OPP
p0site my window, though / made it
fifty at least by mental calculation
and then the door swung open again.
This time head projected itself in
to the car, and roared "All out l"--
evidently at me-and vanished. II
won't get OUT" I replied, denying
the empty air. "Charlie told me TO
sit still, and Pm going to. Oh,
Charlie why in the world don't you
come back !"
But no Charlie came to answer
me, and | began to stare out in the
crowd with rather more than anXi-
GUS eyes, and to grow little hot and
uneasy, and to think with certain
unpleasant thrills running down my
back, what would become of me if
the train should start, and Charlie
shouldn't come back at all ? At this
awful point in my meditations, the
locomotive gave vent to an unearth-
ly screech, which | took for a pre-
monitory symptom of departure, and
/ was so terrified that | started up
from my seat, just as the little door
swung back for the third time, to adj
nit of a last warning, like that of
Briar Bacon's brazen head. This
time the face reappeared on big
shaggy suit &C clothes some six feet
high, and was a grim, not to say
irate visage.
"Change cars, miss I" said the
person, grufly. 81 told youso twice
before I"
"I'm to sit STILL" l replied meek
ly. "I'm going through l thought
this was the right thing to say, be-
cause Charley had said it but it
didn't have the right effect.
"Change cars, then-there's the
Boston train over there. This train
runs back to New York"
I simply stared at the person, in a
logged way that he seemed to take
very i'll,
"Come!" he exclaimed, waxing
impatient. "You can't sit here all
day, you know. Where do you want
to go ?"
"I-I-don't know" l stammer-
ed. II was told to sit still, and /
l must wait till the person comes
back.n
The man stared at me now with
interest. "Where is your ticket P"
said he extending a dirty hand.
II haven't got it, answered in
a meek and conciliating tone. my
-Char-at least, the gentleman
who is with me has got them both"
The gentleman Pretty fellow he
must be Told you to sit still, did
he ?"
l made no reply to this unwarrant-
able lack of respect in referring to
my absent lord, but drew myself up,
and looked severely out of the win
dow.
"Well, you can't go back to New
York" observed my tormentor,sum-
marily. "The best thing for you to
do is to get out and look for your
gentleman, miss" Saying which,
he jerked my bag down from the
rack, turned the opposite seat, which
Charlie had inverted, back into its
place, and by species of moral
suasion, caused me to pick up my
shawls, parasols, etc, and follow him
in abject submission to the door.
Now, where did the gentleman
go ?" he demanded, as he handed me
out on the platform.
"He went to get some lunch," I
replied, almost ready, at this crisis,
to disgrace my bridehood and cry.
And told you to sit still, did he ?
Well, you stand right here and keep
a lookout for him. There's the Bos-
ton train over there; goes in fifteen
minutes, and he can't get into it
without you seeing him, if he amt
inside already and my advice is,
stick fast to him if you find him, for
he must need looking arter"
With which remarkable words he
set down my bag and winked at a
bystander.
whats the row ?" inquired the
person nus invited to participate in