The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1885-03-28
A COLD DAY.
He Had Reason to Feel Discouraged and
Broken Up.

He Had Reason to Feel Discouraged ana
Broken Up.
The young man took the seat beside
me, and as the train rolled on he I'M
wound about twelve and half yards of
bright red and green and yellow and
blue knit comforter from around his
neck. Then he took off his fur cap and
pulled off the knit cap which was
hauled down close over his ears Then
he took of his big wcolen mittens and
q pair of gloves, and then he drew Off
one pair o. arctics 1t ia not au fait
even in the land of the blizzard. to wear
more than one pair of arctics on the
train. He then chucked off his ulster
aud unbuttoned his buffalo overcoat.
The rest Of his wraps he did not re-
move. as he was going to get of in
about forty-five miles. His countenance,
when his face began to thaw out wore
an express on of profound detection.
Stranger" he said. do look all
broke upe"
told him that he bore the appear
ance of man whose entire system wac
one permeation of laminated fractures.
from withers to hook. / always talk
that way out West You see / want
these guileless children of the ''rowdy
West" to understand that / am now
residing in land of superior culture,
where we look proud and talk through
our noses.
He looked at me for a moment, and
then reached for his hip pocket. As
dropped under the seat and crept be-
hind my valise he drew out his tobacco
box and came to the front again, re-
marking that was looking for my col
lar but
.'Oh, you kin talk English. tooP" he
said, in a tone of admiration. II wisht
knowed more'n one language. But
femme tell you. l don't look half as
broke up as l feel r else you'd be
| askeered to set by me. You know how
all KILN cold it was Saturday nightp"
l felt my frosted ear tenderly and
nodded.
well, got on a freight train and
rode up to Hubbleson's siding, forty
three mild that night, to see my girl /
allowed to visit with her folks all that
night and Sunday, an come home on
| the passenger Monday mornin' She
lives SiA IlilQ etdbiOu, du L
tramped out to the house in all that
blizzard, and got there long bout
'leven o'clock Saturday night. An I'll
be teetally COW kicked by bullrush If
there was liven' soul to home! Old
folks, t seems, had gone away to Lin
coin to stay over Sunday, my girl had
went do yn to Grier's Island to stay a
week. the hired man had taken the only
hors left on the place and gone down
to a dance on Beaseley's branch; eleven
mild away, an there l was, left over
Sunday where wouldn't know a soul.
Went to Deacon Numbers and told him
who my father was, an he kept me-.
Deacon's stone blind and has the asth-
ma so bad he can't talk; his wife's SO
| def she can't hear it thunder, they
have no children an don't keep no
help, an don't cook ANYTHING Sundays.
/ went to church three times that day
and went to two funerals; the deacon
goes TO bed at eight o'clock and so
! shivered on a straw bed under cot
ton quilt in a north room for thirteen
hours. Now think of all that when a
| teller ID ben expectin' turkey dinner,
singin' Hold the Fort, by melodeon
all afternoon and huggin' the purtiest
girl in all Nebrasky from shutdown till
one o'clock in the mornin', and tell me
eff amt got more right to feel broke
up than any man this side O. the king
dom? Say mo an I'll slam you on top
o. the head with this ovcrshoe!"
I didn't say mo" Burdette, IN
Brooklyn Eagle.