The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-07-05
Washers ON THE RAIL.
npleasant Travelling Experience of
an Unprotected Lady.

npertinence at ia table remember trav-
ding once, one Of a party. l went into the
lining car alone. A man ahead OF me sat
md stared till thought I would have to
cream. Just then, through the mirror,
Jaw gentleman of my party enter and
eat himself at a table back of
ne. began to write a note on
he bill of fare. My admirer looked
.heerfuIly expectant. / sent the note
@ the gentleman of my party. My ad-
nirer seemed surprised a little The note
cad: "Will you be good enough to glare at
;heman who is staring at mer My friend
Trasped the situation and began most
tony regard Of my admirer. The latter
idgeted, spilled his soup, got red, choked
and left the car, followed by the fierce,
aery gIances of my good friend. There is
nothing that will so nonplus one of these
mart fellows as stirring up a mans atten-
ZION when he Is trying to attract
gomaD's.
Sometimes when you ask for your bill the
waiter will grin and say the gentleman
over the way has paid it. There is just one
way out of that. Give the walter the
AMOUNT of the bill, say in a low, clear voice,
Take it to the gentleman over the way,
and if he will not haveit, you may keep it.n
Then get up. and, with all the grace and
air you can command, sweep from the car
without waiting to see whether the waiter
gets it or not. In either event the gentle
man over the way can hardly help wishing
himself well kicked.
ONE OF THE RIGHT SORT.
remember a trip to Chicago. I met an
BID friend. In course of time l gave him
nv pocketbook to keep because | was afraid
Of losing it. My friend, getting off for a
sandwich, boarded the wrong car and was
switched off to heaven knows where. The
gentleman over the way was in this case
about So and downright .fast-looking
He had twirled his mustache at me as soon
As he thought I had no man with me
for protection, and had haunted me
with pair of very big and bold eyes, Now
that | was left unexpectedly alone, felt
Gather worried about the gentleman over
the way was to get in town late at night
and there was small chance of my being
met by any one. NY condition of utter
oeggary made this little serious, espe-
cially as I was certain the gentleman over
way would come to my rescue. Sure
enough. As we slowed into the depot he
crossed to me.
"Can serve you in any way?" said he,
smiling in ill-subdued anticipation of some
sort or other of an adventure
81 looked up with as complete an express
sion of gentle gravity as | could command
and returned with a small culver in my
voice:
II gave my purse to the gentleman you
saw with me, and he was left at the station
some distance back. l have never been in
Chicago before Unless 1 am met by friends
[ shall neither know how to walk to a hotel
nor-nor have any money to ride"
The gentleman over the way grew serious
at once, and lifted his hat
II beg that you will permit me to see you
SAT " to your hotel if, unfortunately, your
friends should not meet you"
l thanked him, secretly rejoicing at that
beautiful tendency in a man to be a friend
in need when one really wants one
My friends did not come. The gentle
man over the way saw to my baggage, put
me in cab, carefully directed the coach
man, assured me that he would meet me at
the hotel, took another cab him
self, helped me out at the hotel
sent the clerk to the parlor to get
my name for the hotel book, put S25 in the
hotel safe for me, came up to the parlor,
asked permission to call IN the
morning to see if had found my
to my credit, rendered his card and
was leaving without even knowing my
name. OF course, all gentlemen over the
way are not men of such perfect breeding,
though they may all have hearts as good
l thanked him, told him my name, and
having the S25 i'll mind, gave him my uncle's
address. The next morning his card ap-
peared. had the pleasure of introducing
him to my uncle and of seeing the sos repaid
and his kindness getting its due of thanks.
Since then l have never seen him. Uncle
looked up the name. He was pretty well
known gambler. 1t takes a real downright
fast man to know how to treat a woman
with perfect respect and exquisite tact.
PASSENGERS AND THE PLATFORM.
Passengers are not allowed on the plat
form" We all know that Still it is the
only place to ride sometimes. The inside of
the car gets stuffy-hcrribly stuffy. Men
come in from the smoker and spread to-
bacco round about Bread and butter chill
dren and sour-milky babies add to the stuff
ness till you can stand it no longer, and it is
a case of fresh air or death. About that
time you sneak out on the back platform
What a change! Especially if your car is
that rear one A swirl of fresh air and
cinders-but never mind that-a flying
country, an exciting whir of wheels, and
the track spinning out back of you like a
black thread woven by the flying shuttle
you ride on. Your ulster flaps madly, YOU
jab your hat down over your ears to keep
it on at all, you plant your little French
heels firmly and unbutton your gloves that
you may get safer grip on the rail. Once
so secured you rejoice in bridges and short
curves.
OF course, you are inclined to get reck-
less and let go to answer, with whoop and
wave OF dirty handkerchief, the flying
signal you get from way station or lone
telegraph girl who feels firtations and takes
you for the brakeman. The brakeman |
He turns up sooner or later, You have TO
pull long face, and assure him that the
heat inside made you quite i'll. Then prob
ably be will stay out with you to "hold you
on" If he does that he is likely to prove a
bore; first, because you don't want to be
held on, and second, because you don't
want him to do it. He will tell you
lots OF yarns, point out this
place and that where accidents hap
pened, and assure you what hero he was
each time, till you pretend to remember it
IN the papers, and make him nervous. Then
he has his girl at each town. Oh, he's
real devil of a fellow, is the brakeman! He
confides to you that many of the girls have
waved at him just like that for wears, and
all that time he has never exchanged a
word with them. You ask him about his
wife. She is at one end of the line. Some
times he gets mixed, and you discover that
she is at both ends, but you pretend You
don't notice it, and he thinks what a nice
girl you are.
Now and then the conductor discovers
you instead of the brakeman. The con-
ductor is usually a man of more weight.
Besides, he has to attend to tickets and can't
stay and hold you On. If you manage to
look faint and miserable he will suggest the