The Penn's Grove record., 1883-05-05

stared out at the people for five minute
longer--at least so said the fat face
clock in the 'sladies =" room opposite m.
window, though | made it fifty at leas
by mental calculation, and then thu
door swung open again. This time a
head projected itself into the car, roaret
"AIl out l"-evidently at me-and van
ished again. 81 won't get out" | re
piled, defying the empty air. "Chaflis
told me to sit still, and I'm going to
oh, Charlie why in the woria dom
you come back 2"
But no Charlie came to answer lBn,
and began to stare out in the cfowJ
with rather more anxious eyes. land to
grow a little hot and uneasy, and to
think, with certain unpleasant thrills
running down my back, what would be-
come of me if the train should start
and Charlie shouldn't come back at all Z
At this awful point in my meditations,
the locomotive gave vent to an mleartll-
ly screech, which | took fer a preInoni-
tory symptom of departure, and was SO
terrified that I started up from my seat,
just IS the little door swung back for
the third time, to admit of a last warm
ing, like that of Friar Bacon's brazen
head. This time the face re-appeared
on a big shaggy suit of clothes some six
feet high, and was a grim, not to say
irate, visage.
Change cars, miss" said the person
gruffiy. " told you SO twice before -
"I'm to sit still.n | replied meekly,
"I'm going through / thought this
was the right thing to say, because
Charlie had said it but it didn't have
the right effect.
"Change cars then-there's the Bos-
ton train over there. This car runs
back to New York;
/ simply stared at the person, in a
logged way that he seemed to take
very i'll.
"Comel' he exclaimed, waxing inn
patient. You can't sit here all day
you know. Where do you want to
go?"
"I-I-don't know, = | stammered.
81 was told to sit still, and II must
waittill the person comes back
The person stared back at me now
with interest. Where's your ticket"
said he, extending a dirty hand.
~ haven't got it," | answered in
meek and conciliating tone, "My-Char
-at-least the gentleman who Is with
me has got them both
1.-THE gentleman ! Pretty fellow he
must be Told you TO sit still, did he ~
Imade no reply to this understandable
lack of respect in referring to my alb
sent lord, but drew myself up and
looked severely out of the window.
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 gentle
man, miss. Saying which he ierked my
bag from the rack, turned the opposite
seat, which Charley had inverted, back
into its place, aud, by aspecies Of anoral
suasion, caused me to pick mp 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 me some lunch," l
replied, almost ready at this crisis to
disgrace myself and cry.
"And told you to sit still, did hep
Well, You stand right here and keep a
lookout for him. There's the Boston
train over there, goes in fifteen minutes,
and he can't get into it without your
seeing him, if he amt inside of it
already !; and my advice to you is, stick
fast to him if you find him, for he must
need looking after !"
With which remarkable words he set
down my bag, and winked at a by
stander.
What's the row ?n inquired the
person thus invited to participate in the
enjoyment of my woes. Then they
whispered-about M, | suppose-aLd
everybody turned and stared at me.
Poor little bride! There | stood,
holding fast my parasol, witl a shawl
on one arm, my own smaller satchel on
the other, and Charles bigger N at
my feet, feeling like a very "lone lorn
critter =" indeed.
There stood three men in a knot,
contemplating me, and any quantity of
the same species coming and going,
who all looked at me as they passed,
and then turned round and stared
again-and there was no Charlie visible
in all the range of surrounding country,
Dire thoughts began to be born within
me, and to turn me cold and damp with
extreme terror; the nightmare of my
infancy" being lost Game back
upon me, and crushed my seventeen
years and the new dignity of Mrs
Charles Vail, Jr., with a swoop. What
was to become Of me? S~upposing there
had been an accident, and Charlie
knocked down and awfully mangled, OF
that he had just vanished away, as one
occasionally hears of respectable gentle.
men having done, and never would
appear again, or be heard of at all
| supposing / were just to stand there
| waiting, the trains shrieking away il
| the distance, and night coming on, an,
all these strange men staring and whis
pering? Pretty soon l should begin +
| cry, fer | couldn't stand it much longer
| and here / began TO feel for my poke