Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1886-03-20
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Evening Capital.
SATURDAY, March 90, 1886.



He was the greatest old man You ever
saw. He looked around the passenger
coach in d way 10 prove that be had
never entered one before, and he sat
down so softly, and seemed to be 20 afraid
Of damaging something, that all the
passengers smiled.
BY and By 4 young man went over
and sat down beside him This young
man might have been directed by -filial
affection, and he might not. Which
way. uncleg'' he softly asked.
''AIeP Oh, I'm goln' TO see my darter
In Connecticut"
Ever travel muchg'
This Is the first time / was ever on
the keers I've driv of seventeen miles
with theoxen TO see my other darter,
but oxen hain't no comparison TO these
keers. y
II should say not II takes lots Of
money to 90 to Connecticut and back.
"DreiInl lot, but jist sold the farm,
you know"
Il presume you could change a 800
bin for meP''
ooh, fist as well AZ not.
Il may want you to by and BY. This
is good weather. eli?
Extraordinary weather for fall. James
has been worried about his corn. but ]
guess it's all safe.
Nothing further was said for some
time, the old man looking out of the
window and the young man reading a
paper. The train made few stops.
and the car was so warm that after Il
while the old man began TO yawn and
nod lie fought IL off for ten minutes.
but at last his head fell buck and his
gentle SHORES mingled with the roar Of
the wheels.
A slim white hand with tapering fin
gers rested on his leg, then it was eleva
ted 10 his breast. Its touch was that Of
feather. Its movement was that of a
serpent creeping forward to strike.
The fingers touched an oldfashioned
wallet. The young man continued TO
read, and the old man slept on. Inch
by inch the wallet was lifted from It's
snug resting-place, and the hand was
almost ready to remove IL entirely, when
something happened. With a sudden
movement of his right hand the old man
pinned the interloper fast, and his voice
was heard calling:
'.You blamed skunk! But ] knowcd
all the time what you were afterl Where's
the conductorp'
There was d rush Of passengers. and
they found helpless, confused pick
pocket and nm indignant but yet elated
old man.
''Consarn his piktur, but he took me
fur an ole hayseed from back medder!
Work roots on me, will vel Sat trap
fur me and fell into it yerself, eh?a
Even professional pickpocket hadn
check enough to urge single excuse.
Tho fellow hadn't one blessed word 10
say, and was walked of 10 the baggage
car to be kicked to the platform ut the
next station.
'.Ye sec, said the old man, as he
turned to the inquiring passengers, Il
hadn't orter done il When man has
been a constable, sheriff, or drover NIL
his days, traveln' all over and meetin'
all sorts of folks Ae hadn't orgr play
of ereenhorn and break a young man ;
heart like this, but felt sort O. reck-
less this mornin'. must put a curb on
my speerits; I'm gettin' too old to be
playin' jokes on coniidin young men!
San francisco dlta.
The tonalawk with which Hannah
Dunstsln, The heroine of the Deerfield
massacre, killed her Indian captors
while they slept, and 50 made her cs-
cape, Is III the possession Of gentle-
man ut Derby Line, VT, who received
- ~ au nearnmn.a.