, 1885-10-07
FILING RETRIsuTloN.


nf was III VIZ riNlil l'flA hf wan
quite certain that there were no tempta-
tons to which the Rev. Alfred Penny
wise could succumb, and he very much
despised any with whom any tempta-
ton had any weight.
| know you will forgive me, Mr.. PEN
nywise, for telling this your story. You
told it to me doubtless for my instruc-
ton, and ! should fail in my mission if |
did not attempt to instruct others there
with also. Besides, who will guess that
ii is you! for | candidly confess that you
have another name than the one ! choose
to call YOU by. lie was a slim young
man, with more gold in his hair than in
his pocket, and he was on the way to
spend his summer vacation at the coun-
try place hallowed by tho presence Of
the object Of his affection-Miss AMMO
Snow.
He had been paid what his congrega-
tion chose to consider M adequate
quarters salary 1t was not much to
begin with, and then there had been
certain bills to be paid, and the small
sum dwindled down to smaller still. By
close economy he could spend four
weeks at Hopes Corners, at the cheapest
little hotel there; and he might even
indulge in the awful extravaganza Of
hiring a boat, wherein to row his lady
love up and down the river.
He loved this little Annie Snow very
much, and he thought her very good and
very beautiful indeed; but he could not
help INDUCING in a pleasant little bit Of
vanity as he thought about himself. He
certainly was Il very good young man
very good indeed. He was about AS
good as young men were made-just
about. And this came into his mind MS
he stepped into the train to Hopes
Corners, and saw two young men drink
ing something at the bar of the hotel,
and another young man smoking on tho
steps.
He took his seat and looked at tho
prospect as the ears flew out of the de-
pot. He had plenty of room for himself
and his travelling bag. The seat was on
the shady side of the ear. 1t vas very
pleasant. But this is n world of change.
At the very first station all this conf Irt
vanished. A crowd Of people hurried
in. The seats were crammed. Mr..
Pennywise found it necessary to hoist
his bag into the receptacle over his head,
and TO make ROOM" per order of tho
conductor, for a large-boned, middle-aged
woman, with a fiat hand basket redolent
of onions-(Mr. Pennywise hated o~nions)
and n small child with a piece of mo-
lasses taffy in its blessed little fingers.
Yes; and no ooner was this female
seated than she turned to him, and re-
marked, in an injured tone:
I'D like that window closed, if You
please, for Jane Maria hasn't been well
of the measles quite a week, and ] should
think anybody would have more consid-
Grafton
Mr.. Pennywise shut the window, of
course. He had never had the measles
himself, and he looked about him for
another seat. but there was none. The
car was damned. Most of the windows
were shut. 1t was close and unpleasant.
The vapor Of human breath began to
coat the panes. The smell of various
lunches was painfully p%erceptible. The
invalid Jane Maria jerked and fidgeted,
and wiped her sticky fingers on the new
and precious coat Of poor Mr.. Penny
wise, and the train turned n corner, and
the glare of the II swept across his
face and into his eyes.
Naturally, the pleasant mood which
had been upon the young clergyman
took flight amid this discomfort. He
began to think what a wicked world this
was, and what a sorrowful one too. and
how long it would be before he could
marry her at all. He looked at the
candy-eating child and felt sure it would
grow up very wicked. There was a
great deal of original sin in its face-a
great deal.
Then he wandered back to himself.
What a hard life it was, to be sure.
How he must count every penny, and
save and scrimp and forbid himself
books he needed, even. All, it was n
very weary thing to live; and he folded
his arms, bent his head on his breast,
and allowed the absence of ventilation to
TO do its worst with him.
The absence Of ventilation is very de-
moralizing. At least Mr.. Pennywise al
ways declares it is, and he speaks from
experience.
"Chicory!' cries the conductor.
The cars stop; out goes a party; i'll hur-
rios n solitary individual. On go the
cars again; again they stop.
Verona" cries the conductor-at
least, he intends to do so. More cannot
be expected OF conductors.
"Ihingumy station
What s-lts-Names Landing! So.
"Sem-i-colon."
~Stopyille.'
one after the other the cars glide INTO
these stations, drop passengers, take 9th
ors up Ii fly away again.
AT last "ogrehllI' Is shouted;
Come along Jane MHrla! screams
the woman VINO shares the seat win MT.
Pennywise' Com along do! Con
uuctor' get OUT mere
And away she hurries' dragging Jane
Maria With her' a crowd oil passen
gers hlled the center OF the car. Mr..
throws up the window, and puts up his
legs lhey toueh something. lie LOOKS