The Irish standard., 1890-08-23
NJ y Fri len DIS COUSIN.
Why I Concluded Not to Stop OF
& ct st. Thomas

Why I Concluded Not to Stop OF
ct st. Thomas.
The train was just pulling out OF the
Detroit depot, and leaned back in my
seat and began to study the inspiring coll
unns Of . 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 in the little town OF
Windsor, on the Canadian shore. The
train did nor remain here long, and as
It was just moving away from the sta
ion heard the question::
I SIS this seat engaged?"
looked up. II I had seen an old
woman, or perchance a cheeky drum
mer, know that I should have been
tempted to 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
filed with parcels and a small travel
ing bag at her feet
: ssNo, it is not" fastened to say. re-
moving my little valise from the seat. l
rose to my feet and helped the young
lady store her inapedSme'sta away. The
bundles were placed in a rack above my
head; the valise was placed on the floor
near my feet.
''Thank you," she said, after we were
seated. II am very sorry to give you
80 much trouble"
SIT is no trouble at ALL" returned
Her voice was low and sweet. l began to
regard my companion with q 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 mo. 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.
I 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. I had finished reading my
paper, and looked out Of the window.
We were now rapidly speeding along the
shores of Lake St. Clair.
s,1r f41~ Sc
pretty?" 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. t'That dark-looking
placer 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 almost for
got him, he is such neek-looking man
and we spent the day there, and actu-
ally made g fish chowder-I wish had
some of 1t now! It is awfully good.
Rave you ever eaten Ash chowder?"
''No," I replied, very much amused at
the way she ratified on. How very con-
aiding she was about her fish chowder,
and what a preponderance of ''awfully's"
she used! mo, had never eaten fish
chow6er-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
the rocks, and cook the Ash you have
just caught"
Eyes, that is the wayr' 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
70 possess great interest. for we talked
about fish chowder, and fish for some
little time.
Don't you like to sai1?'' she at length
asked me.
ssYes, very much indeed" answered.
t'But did not have chance to go out
much. Why, once when went up to
Bay City on the Morning Star ! was
actually little sea sick"
She laughed. '.That was funny. But
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 a bit
Of chowder, and he looked as pale as a
ghost
SIT seems to me sort of funny that we
can be sick on these fresh water lakes"
II don't think it is. The waves are
sometimes very high and choppy. But
have never been sick, she added, with
proud air.
'sThat is very NICE" I commented.
81 have had lots of fun this summer"
she ratified on. II have been visiting
my cousin, Herbert Roberts"
''Herbert Roberts!' I broke in. '.Does
Herbert Roberts live in Windsor?'
Eyes" she replied, in q surprised tone.
'.Do you know him?'
''Know Herbert Robertsp' I said.
s'Well, rather think do. We roomed
together in old Harvard for many a
year. And to think that have been
In Detroit, and did not know that he
was just across the river from me-"
''Why, you must be Horace Hewitt, !"
abe ventured, rather timidly. 81 have
heard Herbert speak Of you often"
eyes," said. 81 am Horace Hewitt,