Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1886-06-25
A DEPLORABLE HABIT.

walk of the station; but, for some rea-
son or another, you find, upon looking
at your watch, that you have but half
that time to catch your train this even
ing.
Now it has been said truly that man
is bundle of nerves; and it is equally
true that he is an aggregation of hab-
its. There is another train half an
hour later, but the thought of waiting
for it never enters your head; and al
though there are no pressing reasons
for hurrying, hurry you do, merely be-
cause it is your habit to take particu-
lar train, and not, as stranger might
suppose, because your present life and
future happiness depend upon your
getting it,
You emerge upon the street with
wild, wistful expression in your eye
and every nerve tense with excitement.
You make lunge trainward, only to
be brought up standing by an equally
excited ndividual-probably intent on
getting his forthcoming suddenly
from around the corner, with whom
you dodge back and forth until the pa
tience of both of you is well-nigh ex-
hausted; and when the mutual obstruc-
ton Is finally surmounted, you proceed
on your way with your excitement in
tensified, expressing opinions not at all
complimentary to the other excited
and hurrying gentleman, but remarka-
bly, similar in their purport to those
which he entertains towards yourself.
But you soon forget him and the
vexation he has caused you in new
V,,ek fhn nnr
you encounter a crowd waiting for the
horse-car. (Strange that people should
ever wait for a horse-car when they
could get home so much quicker by
walking; and assuredly it is less weari-
some to walk mile than to stand on
the sidewalk half hour waiting for a
car, and then to stand another half
hour in the car, swaying back and forth
in very undignified, as well as excess
sively uncomfortable manner. with
naught but leather strap between
one and destruction.) But to return.
Here is crowd awaiting the horse-car.
Thinking only of the train you would
reach and of the jumping jack whom
you have Just escaped, you bolt head
long into the throng, which proves a
veritable labyrinth, and many valuable
moments are lost in threading its maze.
At last, thank heaven! you are free
once more, and with quickened steps
you start onward toward the wished
for goal-when, botheration! you come
upon jackass (biped) with a cane
under his arm or furled umbrella on
his shoulder, the point of the weapon.
whichever it may be, threatening de-
struction to your visual organs and
stirring up the very dregs of the wick
edness which fills your troubled breast.
By some means unaccountable you
finally succeed in passing the accursed
creature, without loss of eye-sight, and
guiltless of overt homicide. but he has
detained you sufficiently long to bring
you to the crossing just in time to wait
for half dozen heavy teams to drag
their slow length along. You grunt
and splutter on the curb, half beside
yourself with vexation, and when the
tailboard of the last team in the laggard
procession comes abreast you make a
break for the thither curb, only to bo
driven back by a wild herdic, which
comes careering down the street from
the opposite direction, hiding like a
guilty thing behind the teams afore-
said, and which splatters you with
muddy water as an earnest of the de-
struction and death which it would
mete out to you.
But once more you are on your way,
Why in the name of all that's mysteri-
Gus can't people keep to the right
Are they determined you shall be left
1t would seem so. Since your escape
from the car of Juggernaut-that is to
say, the herdic-you have met no less
than a score of persons, of one
sex or the other, and of variou:
degrees of perverseness. Each has
pcrsistently tried to pass You
on the off-side, and when you
have finally made up your mind to
yield to the inevitable and let him have
his way, he instantly changes his tao
tics and attempts to pass on your por
side; and so you go lacking and veer
ing, first one way and then the other
and only escape to fall afoul of another
wretched bobber.
Then there is the leisurely individual
who walks at snail pace, but prevents
you from passing by wavering in hi
steps from side to side, and there ar,
the young women who slowly prom
endue, InTcc dDTedSt, anu VIC tcdih
which dart out from ambush in blin'
alleys and other places where no team
has any right or business, and the side
walks blockaded with cases of merchan
disc, with trunks and with wheelbar
rows.
But why enumerate? The mer
thought eff these things is enough t.
madden. Suffice it to say that yo
reach your station just in time to lea
ON to the rear end of your train, you
heart beating like loose sail in gal
of wind, and your nerves all of
tremble. AS you stand painting by tn
red-hot stove you take solemn oat
that you will never again run for train
But you will.-Boston Transcript.
Catching the English Accent.