The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1889-11-10
BURoETTE's PHILOSOPHY.
TINE FLIES ON FAST DAY.

''AJ oeAA0 viz y mail III ~ W DO
he, as he sprang from the train in New
York, 'we're half an hour Late, but Tv@
got here nearly two days ahead of time"
"How's that?' asked the old man, who
was expecting him. "Pawned my watch
in Chicago replied the Y NJ, and the
silence was so deep for u moment that
you might have heard The bed tick
HANDED IN BY SLUG NINE.
When | think of the towel, the old
fashioned towel, that used to hang up by
the printing house door, think that no.
body in these days of shoddy can ham
mer out iron to wear rs it wore. The
tramp, who abused it, the devil who used
it, the comp. who got at it when these
two were gone. the make up and fore
man. the editor. poor man, each rubbed
some CRIME off while they put a heap on.
In, over and under, twas blacker than
thunder, twas harder than poverty,
rougher than sin: from the roller sus-s
pended, it never was Bonded, and it
tapped on the wall like banner of tin.
1t grew thicker and rougher, and harder
and tougher, and daily put on more
mixer hue. until one windy morning,
without any warning, it fell to the floor
and was broken in two
A THRILLING EXPERIENCE.
A week or two since | was laundering
along through the miles of exquisite
landscape gardening that mark the sub
urbs of Philadelphia a young gentle
man sitting just in front of me left the
train at a local station, and just as we
started again half dozen excited female
voices shrilled out upon the startled air:
"Oh! Oh! Oh! That-young-man-has-left-
his-umbrella! Oh! He'll-never-see-it-
again! Call-him-quick! Oh-throw-it-out-
to-him-do-do-do- throw that-young-m man
hiS-umbrella!' And as they pointed at
the young man and shrieked at me,
hastily raised the window, the powers
of darkness assisting me, yelled at the
young man, hurled the umbrella at him
like a javelin and we were gone.
In about two minutes young man
two stories and mansard taller than
any member of my whole family came
down the aisle of that car with dark
ened brow, and looked long and earnest
ly into the vacant seat whence had just
fired silk umbrella with hammered
silver head. He looked under the seat
and then he looked into the rack, then
he looked at me. didn't look up, but
felt his eyes go clear through me as
gazed fixedly out of the window and
tried hard to think of the form of prayer
to be used for q man who expects to
spend the rest of the winter in the hos
pital. Before l could remember it the
athletic looking stranger said kindly
but very firmly: II left an umbrella in
this seat few minutes ago." For one
moment the ghastliest silence you ever
heard settled down on that car, and then
those shrieking women giggled as though
it were u light thing to die when you had
return ticket in your pocket that would
be wasted.
I tried to tell the stranger that the
young man who was sitting in the seat
took it with him, but thought l had
done enough wickedness and folly for
one trip. 1 owned up and told him the
truth. He was a maGnanimous man,
and he spared me. But it was moment
of agony, and today there are white
hairs on the back of my head that /
never saw before, and never pass
through Merton station without a shud-
der And never again will offer to ex-
tend the slightest helpful courtesy to a
stranger. No; if the train should jump
off a bridge 1900 feet high into a cata-
ract fiercer than 10000 NiaSaras I
wouldn't offer to hold lone woman's
baby and get her hand bag out of the
rack for her, while she put on her gossa-
mer and hunted for her lost check in
case she should want her baggage when
we got to the bottom. in
Brooklyn Eagle.