Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1885-12-31
Young judge! MAY I offer you son

Red Beard-Not at all. No; live in
Chicago when am not on the wing.
MY business-if it will interest you-is
that of publishing and selling books;
and-if that will interest you-itis very
large one.
The Cry Baby-Thank you for your
frankness.
Red Beard-And will you initiate it,
for my special qualification?
The Cry Baby-Oh, yes. call Balti-
more my home. have an uncle in Chi
cago, and when he asked US to make
him visit was the only one who could
go; so mamma came with me to Phila-
| delphia, and after staying there week,
started me off, as you have seen.
The Observation-Disclosures! Change
cars for Toledo!
| The Cry Baby-With pleasure (pro-
ducing hat and gloUes). How dazzling
| the sun is!
Red Beard (astde)-I should say the
| daughter! Ereunt.
SCENE-Same as before-about sunset
of the same day The train shrieking
| along as before. The lunch basket has
again served for two and holds out gal
| lantly.
Red Beard-"Slow sinks more lovely
ere his race be run, along Morea's hills,
| the setting SUM-" verify believe the
Englishman is making a note that in
America the sun sets in the West, just
as in England!
The Cry Baby Qaughimg)-And the
deaf gentleman is holding his trumpet
the engine whistle!
| Al ~, ~, 1,; hot
all my journeys between the sea and the
| lakes have never passed one so pleas
antly.
The Cry Baby Ga little coldly)-You
| are pleased to say so.
Red Beard am pleased to think so!
And you?
The Cry Baby (evasive1y)-I enjoyed
| the sunshine to-day and its departing
| glories this evening, butt say not that
| it is a warmer sun than that which shone
| fortnight since or will shine fortnight
| hence!
Red Beard-It is a pretty metaphor,
and l accept it; let but my sun shine un-
til its setting! And that, alas, will be
| tomorrow.
The Cry Baby-At what time do we
reach the city?
Red Beard-About nine O'Clock, or
little earlier. Look through the win
dow; how soft and mellow the light
| falls on rocks that were bare and I'M
| slightly in the sunshine. So when a
man dies the fading light of memory
softens the features of his misdeeds.
The Cry Baby-And yet this is un-
just to the blameless man, just as the
faint light is unjust to some rock that
would be beautiful in the sunshine.
Red Beard (dryly) - Ay, bqt the
blameless man is extinct or never ex-
listed. Enough of moralizing. How
long do you remain in the Western
metropolis?
The Cry Baby-Until 1 am ready to
return. 1t may be a month or a twelve
month.
Red Beard-Then 1 shall meet you
again.
The Cry Baby-But howP You don't
know my name.
Red Beard-You have told me your
uncle's. will meet him.
The Cry Baby-His name is not the
same as mine.
Red Beard---Trust me. We shall be
regularly introduced, and that ere long.
That is, if you do not object?
The Cry Baby--I shall consent on
| oHe CouuiIloH. 1HS11 yOu DON AoA oaio
Cry Baby.
Red Beard (aside)---I may do that in
good earnest yet! (AlouD I am con-
tent"
Bedtime:
Red Beard (beltt,sd his c1rtain)---I am
more or less enraptured! A bright,
pretty, soft-hearted, ingenious girl
sensible, too! Oh, fortunate man, how
near you came to entertaining an angel
unawares! And oh, blessed accident that
broke the spell! which con-
slider quite enough rhapsodizing for the
present, and more than have done
since my first attack of the divine pas
sion, vulgarly known as puppy love!
Nine o'clock! 1 must arise.
The Cry Baby (behtasd her curtains)---
Travelling isn't so tedious as they told
me. Why, we'll reach Chicago to-mor-
row! He is thoroughly well-bred man
and very agreeable. I'm sure mamma
wouldn't object to my having made his
acquaintance under the circumstances;
but oh, goodness, how could I tell had
met Mr.. Red Beard on the train!-and
that he addressed me by the familiar
and derisive title of "Cry Baby?" "a
soft little laugh. Never mind! I'm sure
he was especially provided by Provi-
| Ocnce 10 DeSulle CniS journey, duu L Ill
duly grateful---to Providence.
| THIRD DAY.
"Time to get up, sah,'' said the por-
ter. breakfast at Fort Wayne in twen-
ty minutes. Thankee, sir. - And,
pocketing the gratuity, he proceeds on
his journey.
'.Time to get up, a'am," he repeats
at the opposite section.
yes" he hears her fresh, clear voice;
show soon will we be in sight of Chi
cago.'
| s.Don't get in sight for four hours
train late," says the porter, laconically,
and retreats.
1t is marvellous how soon the red
bearded gentleman finishes his toilet and
how eagerly he waits for the appearance
of his fair neighbor. She comes at last,
with her little brown hat nesting on the
blonde curls, and gives him gloved
hand, which somehow sends a thrill
through him, and strengthens an indeti-
nable sensation of sadness which has
been expressing him.
Red Beard-Good-morn fair saint!
Behold ''the monk all shaven and
shorn"-
| Tho Crv Rshv-stWho nitie3 tho maid.