The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1883-06-13
Railway Counting.

Railway Counting.
At station few miles east of this
city on the Lake Shore Road, tall.
gaunt, agriculturallooking man boarded
a west-Dound train for Cleveland.
Every seat In the car was occupied with
the exception of one NJ the side of a
buXom, middle-aged woman, with pleas
ant features; bur that peculiar snap to
her black eyes indicative of mind of
her own, and an Pm the boss sort of
poise to her well shaped head. He sat
bolt upright, and looked dignificd rs pos
siDle Tor a mile or so, but his desire to
keep his tongue moving was too great to
remain longer mute, and he asked the
woman where she WAS from, where she
was going, how long she expected 10
stay, and who she was. She told him
she was from down in York state, and
was going TO Cleveland on Il visit, and
that she was a widow
I'm from Gown in ole (iec-oe," said
the agrjculturist. II go down 10 Cleve-
land every week or 50 to enjoy mvse,f.
1ou see my wife She died and the old
farm is lonesome like, an | 90 to the city
to sor'er cheer up"
: Have you got a big farm inquired
the fair traveller.
wall, | jes' kalkerlate as | have. an
one 'er the best in Gee-og. The e's a
big house onto it with porches and mi,
randas, jes' as grand as they be any
where's, an across the road waves as fine
a sugar grove as ever give water; cider
mill waves 'tother side Of the house: a
bank barn painted red waves cross the
lane, and this summer the feldsll wave
with corn an oats. She's good un an
mighty comfortable life, but alfred
lonesome since the ole CONAN begged
out, a that's why ] get inter the city
fur consolation, You know" and he
looked out Of the window with n pocti-
cal, PARKWAY gaze, while the buxom
widow looked at the back Of the seat in
front with speculative stare; then.
with a deep, drawn sigh, replied; Eyes,
You must be awful lonesome looking
softly at his face.
You're right it are, he said, putting
his long arm over the back Of the seat
SO that his big bony hand rested on the
end next the window, IAN If could
jee' find 'er handsome CONAN as 'ud
heYe me, think things nd brighten up
bit, and he made q pathetic move
with his left hand across his ewes.
81 think thcre'd be lots would he Glad
TO have You, cooliy answered she.
''lIo you, though, now really, do you"
pressing closer to her side
Indeed | do she simpercd. as she
looked at tho passing telegraph poles.
His hand Sid from the back of the
seat and rested lightly on her waist, as
he leaned over her car and said "Now
would You mind ter sort q come and
brighten up the house ycrself? I'm
good 'un, am, an we'd be happy as
daisies, sartin."
20, this is SO Sudden, you know" as
she nestled her head close to his shout
der, while soft blush flushed her face
Il don't even know your name"
well, don't see A. how a names
goin' to make any difference, an it's
easy Of hndin' out, anyway. Come
now, let's make upour minds ter double
up
you'll be good and always treat me
well. will your
You kin jus bet on tibet; Iain'ta man
as treats anything poorly. Why, thcr
dogs, an pigs, an cows, nm horses, an
even ther chickens, all on TEN, look more
cheerful like when I'm round. Treat
You right! guess yes" and he circled
her waist and her head rested lovingly
on the agricultural shoulder, while 81
lence was taken for consent. Thus they
sat until the train pulled into Union
Depot, utterly Oblivion. to the smiles of
other passengers. That il why such
happy smiles wreathcd the c0unten-
ances of the old farmer and the woman
who alghted from the train yesterday
and ordered a carriage for hotel The
announcement will be call on the mar
rage clerk to-day and visit a minister or
justice, they won't care much which, and
the buxom widow with the swapping
black eyes will no doubt take up her
quarters on the farm in old "Gee-og,"
where wave the sugar grove, the cider
mill, the red barn, and the golden grain
There she will be the conquering he
roine.-Cleyeland Reader.