The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1890-08-14
MY FRIENDS COUSIN.
Why I Concluded Not to Stop Of
at st. Thomas.

umns Of a Detroit paper. The train was
loaded on one of those huge ferry-boats
which are used by the railroad compa-
and l was soon in the little town of
Windsor, on the Canadian shore. The
tram did nor remain here long, and as
it was just moving away from the sta
ton heard the question:
''Is this seat engaged?"
I looked up. If | had seen an old
woman, or perchance cheeky drum
mer, l know that | should have been
tempted to state that it was. But
neither of these terrifying apparitions
confronted me. On the contrary, l saw
a very pretty, fresh-faced young girl
standing in the aisle with her hands
filled with parcels and a small travel
ing bag at her feet.
NO, it is not" fastened to say re-
moving my little valise from the seat.
rose to my feet and helped the young
lady store her impedimenta away. The
bundles were placed in a rack above my
head; the valise was placed on the floor
near my feet.
seated. Il am very sorry to give you
so much trouble
1T is no trouble at ALL" l 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.
l was silent, regarding some of the
travellers about me. There was the ira
ditional drummer with his stove-pipe
hat, and his air of assurances; 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.
l soon grew tired of gazing at the
passengers about me. l had seen the
same lot over and over again. The pas
sengers of a railroad car are alike the
world over. had finished reading my
paper, and 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.
"Oh! awfully pretty. Do you see
that island, way over there?" she an
swered, pointing off toward the west
Yes replied. That dark-looking
place? Is that an island?"
YES" she replied. 1--WE 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-I almost for
got him, he is such meek-looking man
and we spent the day there, and actr.
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 al
the way she ratified on. Row very con.
fiding she was about her fish chowder,
and what a preponderance of "awfully's'
she used. mo, / had never eaten fish
chowder-at least not under such cir
cumstances. The proper way to eat fish
chowder, is, l suppose, away out on ar
island, where you can build up fire or
the rocks. and cook the fish you have
just caught"
"Yes, that is the way!' she said in hel
childish manner. Il think fish chowdel
tastes much nicer in the open air, thar
in the house"
This question of fish chowder seemed
to possess great interest, for we talked
Hoh oh MD nd Eoh
little time.
Don't you like to sail9" she at length
asked me.
Eyes, very much indeed" l answered
but did not have a chance to 60 ou
much. Why, once when l went up tt
Bay City on the Morning Star 1 was
actually little sea sick"
She laughed. That was funny. Blu
you ought to have seen the minister the
day we went up to the lake. When We
got to the island he did not want bi
of chowder, and he looked as pale as {
ghost"
lit seems to me sort of funny that W.
can be sick on these fresh water lakes.
81 don't think it is. The waves are
sometimes very high and choppy. Blu
I have never been sick" she added, will
proud air.
That is very NICE" commented
~ have had lots of fun this summer,
she ratified on. II have been visitin!
my cousin, Herbert Roberts"
Herbert Roberts" broke in. doe
Herbert Roberts live in Windsor?'
YES" she replied, in surprised tone
do you know him?'
Know Herbert Roberts, l said
well, rather think do. We roome'
together in old Harvard for many
year. And to think that l have beef
in Detroit, and did not know that b.
was just across the river from me-"
why, you must be Horace Hewitt,
she ventured, rather timidly. II hav
heard Herbert speak of you often.''
''Yes," / said. II am Horace Hewitt
and / think there can be no doubt tina
you are the Cousin Alice that Herber
used to be getting letters from so often
Once week, was il not?"
YES" she replied, II wrote to hin
once week"
well, Miss Alice-Hamilton, be
Heve-l am greatly pleased to max
Soul dSludln1dHCS uOpc L SHALL nav
the pleasure of travelling with you a
far as you go?''
81 am only going to St. Thomas!"
'Why, how very singularr' 1 said
''That is my destination, also," pre-
varicated, dimly conscious that n,
ticket for Buffalo was reposing in m
pocket, ignorant of the insult had jus
given it. 81 stop at ST. Thomas!'
wanted to see what sort of place s,
Thomas was, and perhaps might ais
see more of Miss Alice Hamilton, whor
her cousin Herbert was always holdin
up to mo as perfect paragon in tn
way of feminine grace and beauty, an
whom he always said must marry.
was not prepared, however, to MARI
Miss Hamilton now, on the spot afte