The weekly chronicle. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1883-1883, 1883-02-07

brass buttons and Dluc clOtn IS ne neev-
cd sigh, "her husband is to join her At
Pittsburg"
"Why, do you know" continued the
conductor ~ he stroked his mustache.
II have heard party of ladies travelling
together recount all the horrible railroad
accidents they ever heard or read Of, and
every little while there would be cho-
rus Of oh, dear, just think of it. Sup
pose it would happen to our train That's
the way they would entertain each other
for hours.
II had better traveller the other day.
He was young fellow, well dressed, and
looked and acted as if he had always
been very rich. He came into the car
and pointed to the drawing room at the
other end of the car, said, anybody in
there?'
"No, sir" said I.
GLOW much?" said he.
Eight dollars" said I.
He handed me So, gave me 81 for my
self and the best segar I ever smoked.
He walked into the drawing-room, and,
as he closed the sliding doors, said, II
don't want to be bothered until we get
to Philadelphia"
PROMINENT TRAVELLERS.
Roscoe Conkling generally gets one
seat in drawing-room and he gets all
the newspapers he can buy, reads them
and throws them all over the drawing
room in a mass, besides he always has q
portmanteau full of law papers, which he
strews all over. every seat in the draw
ing-room. Conkling is very vain trav-
eler and wants everybody in the car to
look at him. Now, there's Blaine he's
just the opposite, he always buys the
whole drawing-room and shuts himself
up, and is very modest, retiring tray
eler; but Grant is . queer, old fellow.
When he was President of the United
States he nearly always Travelled in
special car, but now, since he has become
a private citizen, he travels just about
the same as ordinary folks. You can
always find Grant in the rear end Of the
car in the smoking apartment with a
cigar in his mouth, and there he sits with
q hand on either arm of his chair and
smokes and smokes, thoroughly oblivi-
GUS Of everybody in the car. He never
look. at an,-ono, s,ss.otiif.scu will look
out of the window for, hours, when he's
not doing that he's glancing over news
paper. He's indifferent to everything
that's going ON. Why, if the train he is
in stops on the road in the open country
for some minutes he never moves, never
inquiries what's the matter, but sits and
smokes stolidly until the train starts,
while all the other passengers but their
heads out of the windows or gets Of to
see what's going wrong"
II remember a trip to Chicago, Grant
made en my car some time ago. His seat
was directly behind a lady who was
travelling alone-and who, by-the-bye,
knew very little about travelling. She
had her window up for some time and it
was pretty chilly, besides the black
smoke was pouring into the car. I
watched Grant for little while and I
saw he was annoyed as the smoke and
chilly breeze blew right over him.
Presently he got up, and leaning over
the lady's shoulder put his hand on the
catch and let the window sash down.
The little woman gave an involuntary
start and turned around fercely but
Grant never noticed her and dropped
back into his chair. After little while
the little lady hoisted the window again
and some of the passengers who had seen
the affair smiled at one another. Then
the little woman beckoned to me and
said. Conductor, who is that hog back
of me""
THAT'S General Grant" said I.
"Ohw said the little woman and she
dropped the window Immediately. Grant
heard the question but never let on, and
went on reading his paper as if nothing
had happened"
OSCAR wILDE's FRANKS.
"But Oscar Wilde took the cake," said
the conductor, warming up as he saw the
reporter was highly entertained. oscar
Wilde was more bother than all the
women who eyer rode on railroad car.
He had an idea he was the greatest man
that America had ever seen and he put
on more airs than if he had been the
Gar of Russia, the Prince of Spain and
the Emperor of Germany all in one.
Would you believe it, he paid the porter
of the sleeping-car to tell people at the
stations along the line wherever the train
stopped that Oscir Wilde was in the car.
He was the vainest, most conceited mule
| ever saw. He wouldn't drink water
out of the glass at the cooler, but slipped
it out of a silver and gold mug he carried
with him, and he'd sit with the tips of
his fingers, pressed together and look up
at the roof of the car as if he was about
10 ONcF up prayer.
Herbert Spencer was the most restless
traveller l ever saw, and Bob Ingersoll is
the best When Ingersoll enters car
to 60 on a journey, the first thing he
does is to hang up his big slouch hat,
then he commences to make himself
comfortable, and by the time the train
starts he justs acts as if he were at home
in his study If there's no one on the
train that he knows, it don't take him
long to strike up an acquaintance, and
everybody seems glad to know him.
He's very jolly and very liberal trav-
smokes nearly all the time on the
cars and always carries bundle of choice
cigars with him. remember one night
there was freight wreck, and our train
had to lay up for three or four hours. 1t
was a terrible night, the wind blew a
hurricane, and the rain came down in
torrents. Colonel Ingersoll was one OF
the passengers. Everybody got tired.
Nowbody could get anybody to talk with
them. At last little Scotchman who
was travelling through America sight