The Arizona sentinel., 1888-12-29

| ing certain that he was, and that the meaner could treat him now the less likely he would be to assess me on the way back in the fall.
 s'Yes, sir" he said; ''I am the cor respondent of the Liverpool Courier. I've got whole lot of letters here from prominent Americans, if you would like to look them over."
 He then picked up red cotton hand kerchief, containing about forty let ters, with tear-stains and bacon gravy on the outside. I waved them aside, stating that had so far kept myself aloof from prominent people, mixing up more with the lowly, as a general thing, where I could have more fun.
 He took it all in good part, and put the letters back in his pocket. After awhile I asked him if he had his spe- cial car this trip, or did he expect to overtake it on the way? He said he was just travelling in a plain way by him. self, and that while the overland train was taking twenty minutes for supper he had run in to see me.
 And so you have missed your SUD- per to drop in here?"
 "Yes':
 "Well, what can I do for you?" 1 asked, feeling apprehensively in my pocket.
 ''Oh, nothing special. wasn't very hungry anyhow, and l thought l wouldn't go through without seeing you and shaking hands with you"
 Well, to be brief about it, l put on my hat and strolled down to the tram with him. He talked like cultivated | American, and when he said that he was an Englishman, in spite of his odd name, I could not believe it, for he didn't talk at all like our domestic En- glishmen.
 Casually he remarked that he was paying full fare on the railroad, and asked if l thought he ought to do so, considering that he was newspaper man, with the proper credentials. As the local fare was then ten cents a mile,
 
 if he couldn't at least get half rates. I then looked over his credentials, and feeling sure that he was entitled to privileges, agreed to introduce him to the Division Superintendent.
 As soon as we came in 1 knew it was a gone case, for the superintendent showed on his face that he would grant no favors to Mr. St. Aubrey. He said he was sorry, and all that, and, in fact, did have that pained look which su- perintendent wears when his whole be- ing gets upon its hind feet and yearns to give a man a pass, but stern duty just simply will not let him do it.
 By that time began to take an in terest in St. Aubrey, especially as it seemed to me that he was a quiet, mod est man, who had some local pride in himself, though it did not run in the direction of clothes. So 1 said to him:
 You just telegraph to the General Passenger Agent, and I'll vouch for your credentials, and you can have your pass meet you at Green River to- morrow for breakfast.
 He thanked me and forthwith did so. l will add that the pass was there waiting for him when the train came in, but he was not on the train.
 The next day I got a note from him stating that he had stopped off at Rock Creek, only few miles up the road, and was working with section gang for couple of days, to get the eXperi- ence and write it up for his paper. The note was full of massive English humOr, which went to my heart. You know how pathetic some English humor is. Well, it was so with this note. It had parenthetical explana- tions of preceding humor, and full di- rections, and little oil can, and side notes, and every thing that ought to go with an English joke.
 All that he had said to me, and all the letters had seen introducing him, had failed to move my stony heart, but when he began to joke with me, my eyes were moist, and as 1 finished the letter began to pity him. Moreover, 1 feared that he was concealing the t. uth from me, and that behind the light and fippant mask of his kiln dried humor he strove to hide the fact that he was stranded at Rock Creek, and couldn't reach his pass at Green River until he had put in week on the section.
 That same day I got letter from the editor of the Tribune saying that St. Aubrey was up our way somewhere, and that he had been for the past six weeks travelling alone through the hostile country, with no human being near him except a pearl gray pack jack, which was almost like no society at all, and that on a saddle horse he had made the trip through from the Milk river massacre and the White River Agency, seeing and writing up every thing for his paper, which was just about like going through the re- gions of the damned, ,lengthwise, with a two-gallon bomb in each coat-tail pocket, writing up the general aspect and resources of the country. In other words St. Aubrey didn't care a speckled anathema for danger, while we people, with a garrison two miles away, didn't dare to go to church for fear we would be killed before we could get there and get our sins forgiven.
 l wrote to St. Aubrey and told him that 1 feared he need ed money, and