Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1890-09-11
MY FRIENDS COUSIN.
Why I Concluded Not to Stop OF
at st. Thomas.

The train was Just pulling out of the
Detroit DEPOT, and leaned back in my
seat and began to study the inspiring col
umns cf a Detroit paper. The train was
loaded on one of those huge ferry-boats
which are used by the railroad compa-
ny to transport their cars over the river,
and was soon Ia tho little town of
Windsor, on the Canadian shore. The
tram did nor remain here long, and as
it was JUS moving away from the sta
ton heard the question:
us this seat engaged?'
looked up Il l had seen an old
woman, OF perchance cheeky drum
mer, know thas / should have been
tempted 70 state that it was. But
neither Of these terrifying apparitions
confronted me. On the contrary, / saw
very pretty, fresh-faced young girl
standing in the aisle with her hands
filled with parcels and small travel
ing bag at her feet.
'sNo, & is not. l FASTENED to say, re-
moving my little valise from the seat. /
roso to my feet and helped the young
lady store her impedimenta away. The
bundles were placed in rack above my
head; the valise was placed on the floor
near my feet.
Thank you," she said, after we were
seated. 81 am very sorry to give you
so much trouble"
ut is no trouble at all, / returned.
Her voice was low and sweet. l began to
regard my companion with little in
terest She had on a simple gray trav-
cling dress pretty little hat to match,
which was trimmed with few bits Of
red ribbon.
I was silent, regarding some of the
travellers about me. There was the ira
ditional drummer with his stove-pipe
hat, and his air of assurance; there was
the old man who sat calmly brushing
he flies from his bare, bald head; in the
seat in front of us was the old lady who
had lost her ticket. She had turned every
pocket inside out twice, opened her
travelling bag four times, taken large
bite of pear and at last found out that
she had accidentally laid her ticket
down on the window-sill by her side.
| soon grew tired of gazing at the
passengers about me. | had seen the
same lot over and over again. The pas
sengers of railroad car are alike the
world over | had finished reading my
paper, and I looked out of the window.
We were now rapidly speeding along the
shores of Lake St Clair.
Don't you think the lake is very
pretty?" l said to my companion.
''Ohl awfully pretty. Do you see
that island, way over there?" she an
swered, pointing off toward the west.
YES" Ireplied. THAT dark-looking
place? Is that an island?"
"Yes;" she replied. I'VE had an aw-
fully nice time there last Thursday.
You know my cousin has sail boat,
and we went up there with two of our
friends and the minister almost for
got him, he is such meek-looking man
and we spent the day there, and actu-
ally made fish chowder-I wish had
some of it now! 1t is awfully good.
Have you ever eaten fish chowder?"
NO" replied. very much amused at
the way she ratified on. How very con-
fiding she was about her fish chowder,
and what preponderance Of "awfully's"
she usedl mo, had never eaten fish
chowder-at least not under such cir
cumstances. The proper way to eat fish
chowder, is, | suppose, away out on an
island, where you can build up fire on
tho rocks. and cook the fish you have
just caught"
Yes. that is the way!' she said in her
childish manner. 81 think fish chowder
tastes much nicer in the open air, than
in the house."
This question Of fish chowder seemed
to possess great interest, for we talked
about fish chowder, and fish for some
little time.
Don't you like to sail?" she at length
asked me.
Yes, very much indeed" answered.
"But / did not have chance to go out
much Why, once when ! went pp 70