Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1890-09-27
A RAILROAD EpIsonv
How Dependent Man W..
in ThIa r0lH A<ott AID

NOW DesPondent Man Was Lam =.
In This Cold and Cruel wo.,s Alone
A Michigan Central railroad t,.t.
hustling along toward Chicago 'n Nu
rate of forty miles an bonr rS The
brassy faced, middle-aged man swan uen
jumped to his feet in the reclinlnshy
car and glanced hastily and dass'
around as though daring anv ora Asiy
strain him. Flinging off his overoo. ~ fe'
COMPRISING his lips with the air -. sn0
man whose mind is made up, he rr.n
to the door, jerked it open, and scraauS
ed out as he turned around and iacas ~
other passengers: we
Farewell, vain world"
Some of the passengers plancad
the tops of their newspapers tow,
him, others looked at him with lan.a,s
interest, while the man nearest ~ s
threw up his arms and yawned fri.Ss
fully. gut
The man stepped out to the car ~.
form, thrust his head back into the Ga,
and again yelled out:
Farewell, vain world, 90 hencon
Nobody seemed to care whetba, l.
went hence or to some other plaza ~
a look Of bitter disappointment c,m.
into the brassy face of the wouId.l.
suicide. He again thrust his head ir,.
the car and wildly shrieked out:
Goodbye, foreverw
$50 long, my friend; let US know wh.,
you get there" replied the man whobsS
yawned, as he quietly closed the o.,
door and sat down.
The desperate man on the platio,,,
fattened his nose against the car win.
dow, and gazed in mooAly at the tran.
quill passengers.
Waving them a final adieu he finn,
off his coat threw up his arms, and.
sat down on the platform. Then bs
crawled up to the keyhole of the door "a
gaze through it on the horror and "a.
morse stricken faces of the men and
women who had deliberately permitted
a human being to go to destruction.
But there wasn't a single horror
stricken passenger to look upon. Sev.
eral of them were giggling immoderate.
ly, and the cold-blooded, yawning pas.
senger was indicating by signs to tia
others that the well-vain-world
man had not gone hence, but was stillin
New York State.
Finally he came sneaking back into
the car with combined look of sadness
and madness on his care-worn face
which grew gloomier when nobodJ
rushed forward to ask the cause OF hh
desperation. Nobody passed the hat iOr
his relief; nobody begged him to confds
in them; no purse was made up; nothing
turned out as he had thought it would
Singing himself into the seat he had
vacated, the man Kissed out to the
wretch in front of him, who was swayinc
to and fro with rude and ill-concealed
laughter:
Laugh, now, hang vel Oh, laugh,
why don't ye! If We had single drop
of the milk of human kindness in your
breast We wouldn't see any thing funny
in the suicide of a fellow-being. You'd
bid him pause and
"Tickets! Tickets!" cried the CON
ductor, appearing suddenly, and min
ute later he was saying to the man who
had saved himself from the death of
suicide:
"Lookee here, my friend. this is the
third time within a month that / have
caught you trying to dead-head it over
this road. The last time you was try.
ing to work the boat-ticket and pocket.
book and dying-wife racket on the pas.
sengers. and l know from your disap-
pointed look that you've been up to
something now that amt panned out SO
well, so off ye gor'
A jerk of the bell, sudden stopping
of the train, quick appearance of
brawny brakeman slight scufle near
the door, and the gloomy passenger had
indeed gone flying from the platform,
and the train had gone on, leaving him
alone in this cold, vain and cruel world
IN. Y. Tribune.