Morning journal and courier., 1883-11-15
He Was Dreadfully Sick.
And a Third Avenue Elevated Brakeman
 ScOrned Him.

From ths New York Timesl An elevated railway train, composed oi dust brown cars and sad, discouraged look ing engine, WAS gliding down Third avenue with gentle motion suggestive of summer time and steam swings. It was yesterday morning, just about the time when PhosbuE ought to have been pouring his gladsome smile over the parapets of the great East riv CT bridge, illuminating every twisted strand of cable with his golden refulRence and warm ing the weary grip into new life. The train was winding its wavering way along those historic regions known as the Harlem flats when pale, cadaverous looking young man with rubber overcoat on his arm and ths shadow of the tomb on his brow, boarded tht train. His hair was long, straight and dui
 of color. His eyes were of leck-lustre com
 pIexion, and his cheek was innocent of beard A high white collar and high black vest gave
 hint of this young mans theological tend enoies. He entered the car with slow hes
 itating step, and sat down with sign liner
 he began to cough, and continued to do so II most distressing manner. In g few minutes he arose and stepped out on the platform o1 the car, where the fresh air appeared to re vive his dropping energies.
 ''Can't ride out hayr," said the brakeman
 curtly.
 The cadaverous n6ts ieeksd sorroWfuliy a. the speaker, stout, burly m6E, whose coun- tenance indicated that he thought John l.. Sullivan bigger reforner than Saint Angus tine Saint Anthony, Martin Luther or Mayor Low.
 sPlease, D said the pale man, 'let me stay on here. I'm not very well. have con- sumption and malaria and intercostal rheuma- tism and partial paralysis of the left ear and justification of the latissimus do-si and bron- chitis, and my digestive apparatus IS hope less ruin"
 And he leaned over tho gate ct the eide of the platform for moment.
 Cant help yer bein' sick, " said the brake man, contenptuously; rules O der company BAYS nobody shant ride of1tcr der platform. Git inside"
 The pale man dropped silent tear and passed into the car. But he was not happy. He eauirmed about in his seat and looked as if life was full of aching yoids. Then he rose up and went out on the platfo1 u again. When the brakeman turned and caught sight Of him he was speeohless with astonishment st the pale mans audacity.
 '..Didn't tell you ter git inside ?" he ex- claimed.
 'sYes, sir,'' said the sick man. in tremulous tones that would have moved and repaired Cypriote god; "but I know you have tender heart and will let me remain here. I'm quite ill, and I've no mother to take care of me now. Pity the sorrows of a poor orphan boy"
 ''Kind heart be blowed!" exclaimed the brakeman; "git in or I'll throw yer in.'
 Once more the patient sufferer passed in side, and looking as if hope for 8 season had bidden the world farewell, sGt down Five minutes later, as the train was rushing into downtown station, he arose and started to- ward the platform once more. This time the brakeman saw him coming, and the look of surprise rage, hate, contempt, disgust and grief which passed over that brakeman's countenance would have filled Henry Irying's soul with envy of a pure emerald green hue
 ''Look hyar, Jimmy Fresh '" he shouted, stdon't you try to come out hyar agin or I'll bust you!"
 s'But. please sir,' replied the consumpto- mslario -dyspe2tic man, T must get out here"
 He endeavored to pass out upon the plat form. The brakeman took him by the shoul- ders and threw him back into the car. Then tha pnls mai fsss up and said:
 'You measly, coffdscatea, chicken hearted anthropophagous, lop sided gum-Ddiit' t''
 And after he had spoken thus he reached out suddenly and gathered the brakeman's head in the ernbEaes of hfs left arm, while with his right he initiated the action of a pile driver upon the brakeman's proboseis. Then releasing the head he smote the brass but toned menial with commendable energy un- der the left visual organ, and the menIal sailed of the ear and lighted In 8 recumbent position on the platform of the station. Then the other menial. who stands by the gless ticket box, rushed forward, and made fran tic grab at the sick man, but the second me- nial followed the first. Unbesutifui in their lives, in their tumble they were rot separated. Then the sick man picked up his rubber coat and glided out of the gate and down tho steps, coughing in one elunged manner that was suggestive of broken columns, wreaths of immortelles, and one more grave kept green.