News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1886-09-30
HOLDING A SEAT.
Little Experience by n Sufferer In
Railroad Car.

"Will you be kind enough to watch
| my seat here and allow no one to get in
to it while l go into the smoking car
and take a smoke 2" asked the pre-
sumptuous passenger in the opposite
seat OF me.
What else could I do but to answer
yes, though had started out on pleas
ure excursion, and this mans condescen-
sion quite knocked all the pleasure out
of the trip at the beginning, and now
that fatal seat layeon my mind like my
last years debts-provided l had some.
At the next station big man came
In, and, spying the only vacant seat,
pre- empted it on the spot, and proceeded
to make himself comfortable. l sat
long time considering how far my re-
spOnsibility went, but saw that l must
do something, so l mildly whispered to
him that the seat belonged to another,
and he scowled and left at the next sta
ton, where some ladies got aboard. AS
a last resort placed my new hat over in
the seat to preserve 1.-THE seat, not the
hat-and two of the females sat down on
the hat. They did not appear to notice
the hat, or probably thought it was the
hustle, and began to make themselves
at home. I told them as coolly as l
could that the seat was occupied. They
said of course it was. l remarked that
the owners hat was under them. They
obliterated me with frown and got up;
the hat didn't get up. It's get-up was
gone. l tried to straighten out the hat
and felt sick, so did the hat. l INDUCED
inwardly in some strengthy secular Ian
guage, and soon tall, long haired fell
low got aboard, whose pantaloons were
poked into his boots to rest, and whose
shirt yearned towards a washtub, and
took the fatal seat without paying any
attention to me waving him away.
had to do it, though shuddered. l
walked to him and gently and politely
told HIM the seat belonged to another
man, when, all of a sudden, he jumped
up as if there was tack in the seat and
gave a regular Comanche howl, as l sat
back into my seat, wishing there was a
trap door through the floor of the car.
4This seat belongs to another, does
it =? Where is the duffer Where are
his symptoms Nothing here. Where
are his remains, his silk umbrella, his
peanut shells, his tobacco spit, his
chewing-g gum shoes, his fur collar over
coat, his thirty eight caliber valise, and
his eye glass Show me, if you please,
his assets, his liabilities, his heirs, ad
ministrators or assigns Where is his
mortgage, or his lien, or twenty years.
lease l am Cross eyed Bill from Brazos!
land he parenthicised the name with
couple of long horn revolvers). Are you
the ozone, the canned fruit man who is
trying to preserve this seat for the COM
ing man, or the rising generation 2"
| begged to prove an alibi, insanity.
or anything legal that was necessary or
would do any good, and begged him not
to mention it, when in came the former
occupant and asked the stranger shortly
to get out. The stranger got out, and
the owner of the seat began to fall all
over himself, to explore the ceiling with
his feet, to test the floor, to unhandle
the neighboring seats, and when the
stranger laid him gently down in the
aisle and spread him out comfortable to
rest, and recuperate, and catch his
breath, and get his health back, and try
to feel better and try to be easier, and
wait for doctor, and gather his senses,
had time to think that it was the right
way for a man to be served who will ask
another to hold his scat during his alb
senCe