The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-01-26
THREE HUNGRY MEN.
Rob Roy's Experience Of the Late
Blizzard.
In the Tolls OF Old Boreas, ssrhe Beauti
full" and a Lunch Basket That
Would Not Open.

AsouWoy IOOl OomulSslOnef IL. ~,
Richardson. II you do not know
Mr.. Richardson you may recall
having seen about the Denison or on the
streets leading to the depot, a man towering
so high that another of six feet has to look
some distance up to see his hat-that is
Richardson. My companions each had q
paper bag containing a sandwich. bought
on the fly at the depot lunch counter as the
train was starting, while my handbag con-
tanned something provided by Brown, the
Denison head waiter, for my noon repast.
Mccarthy had besides plentiful supply of
cigars and fresh anecdotes, which, jointly,
lent cheer in the smoking-room to several of
the hours, the incidents of which am about
to recount.
We were half hour late getting into La.
fayette and further behind time before leav-
ing it. Meantime "the beautiful" had been
coming down, or rather scross, on as mali
cious breath as old Boreas ever blew from
his arctic lungs 'If this keeps up" re-
marked Richardson, STOPPING to look through
the transom over the rear door, there's
going to be trouble ahead" This prophecy
threw another smoker, who was en- route to
Sweden and anxious to make prompt con-
Dectlon at Chicago, into a nervous state.
With view to bracing up for the troubles
ahead, resolution that we attack the sand
witches was unanimously carried. When
nay meagre hunger was stated there yet re-
manned half a."pone' OF cornbread which
opening the door, 1 threw into the snow.
By the way, did you ever eat corn bread?
do not mean the coDglomerate mess of
meal, molasses, eggs, baking powder. ETC.,
that hotels and restaurants mix aud bake
under the name of corn bread. The article I
refer to, and which recommend as dish
for king, consists only of coarse cornmesl.
water and salt, thoroughly mixed, made
into the form of terrapln (head and tail
omitted and then baked until thick crust.
beautifully Drowned. has formed. Recipe
for use: Open the pone and cover the inner
sides with butter. Try It, and if you do
not bless the hour you read this tale of mis-.
fortane-well, you will have nothing else TO
bless 1t for.
at $3.50 p. M, and while we were between
st. Ann and St. Mary, the train came to
stand still. THE beautiful had become
something more than sheet-it was q full
covering and spring mattrass in thickness.
In drifts even bed-posts would have been
hidden. When the train had stood stock still
for an hour the man en- route for Sweden
had become restless. What are we waiting
engine of freight just ahead has gone
dead" was answered. by George 1
thought this party looked funereal," com.
mented Mccarthy. swell, if it continues
showing, your dead engine will also be
buried" observed Richardson. "Look here,
Conductor" demanded the man headed for
Sweden" who is Superintendent of this
swered. swell. if miss connection at Chi
cago FL send him claim for damages"
said the other. "All right" responded the
Conductor, and get your papers returned
indorsed: Referred to higher official the
President of the snow storm''
due In Chicago, we advanced little nearer
TO the freight with its dead engine Nc.
Arthy complained of being hungry.
brakeman told Us there was no lunch house
between US and Chicago, but that three en-
gines would be sent at once from Kankakee to
clear the track and we might reach Chicago
at midnight. By this time McArthy's anec.
dotes had degenerated to old "chestnuts"
and We had surfsit of smoking. Then one
OF the party suggested eucbre, and, produc.
ing cards, the trio each sought what is worth
trying for in the game of life as well as in
eCchre--to 'go it alone" Ten, IL, IL l and
O clock came and went. and still euchre
rolled on which, however, could not be said
OF the train. In the distance ahead we
heard. through the storm, the whistles of
engines. Now and then their impatient
shreks heightened into what seemed ex-
ultant shouts, and we thought soon to start;
but still we stSfted not Singularly, none
OF the dozen people ip the car
Tese slssps a pdt ,.s al j.; were 9,o, hungry
with half bushel wicker basket about full
of lunch; we had seen her eating from it
the previous afternoon. Hers was not a
kind, gentle, good face; she looked selfish.
But the basket was Immediately in front of
her, and she would not 90 to sleep. Various
remarks upon our gnawing hunger were
made in tones intended for her ears, bat she
lifted not the wicker cover. Then Richard-
son delivered homily (sgain loud enough
for the deaf to have heard) upon the duty
imposed of feeding the hungry. He grew
Ieaily eloquent and then pathetic. quoting
one or two verses from hymns. But that
old lady looked straight ahead at the basket
without betrayiDg the least twinge of con-
science.
At o'clock we were up to the frei hit
train to find car off the track Then the
storm fiend got in his work ON the railr BAD
men.
ut was fearfal night chiel might understand:
The dell had business abroad in the land"
In the pitiless cold of the driving storm
conductor, engineer. fireman and braKemen
bad to wade in the knee deep snow to re-
ploCc Tic tLQCks Oh tue IdllS. RICHARDSON Is
an old railroad man Tin experience, mean,
not age) had been in just such snaps him
self when a conductor down East" in New
Hampshire, knew how to sympathize with
the boys, and so determined to help them.
He talked earnestly OF their hardships until
he had the tire car reused to commisera-
ton, and then he said: Gentlemen, you
go out ard give the boys a lift 1 will, at
the risk of my life, guard your baggage from
burglars"
But there wasn't man of US coward enough
to permit Richardson all alone face such dan
ger. We bravely decided to share the risk
with him. We presumed nursing our hunger.
At 5 o'clock Mccarthy suddenly sprang
from his chair and rushed into the car
ahead. When Richardson and / had about
sdjudged him gone insane from hunger and
were starting in quest OF him, he re-entered
tered? 'It was vain hope" What are
you talking ofY was demanded "Why /