Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1890-01-19
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AS THE TRAIN COMES In.

THE VARIED GREETINGS ONE SEES
AT THE BIG DEPOT.
How Ono Woman Welcomes Another.
Meetings Of Husbands and wives-Re-
captions from Which Whole Stories May
be Gathered by the Spectator.
Porters and passengers are not alone in
rushing about the depots Spirits rush there.
Spirit seeking spirit goes nosing about among
the crowds, getting in the way of other spir-
its and trailing umbrellas, handbags and tail
or made listers in the general litter. Watch
ing like lions for prey as the trains roll in;
jealous of vantage ground and angry at jost-
leo, until the burdened cars and the binding
smoke yield up the figure sought for, and the
kindred spirit bounds to the arms of the late
arrival Then the two beings meet in a clasp
more or less satisfying,
And their spirits rush together
At the meeting OF their lips
Different persons have different ways Of
depot furnishes a rare school for the study Of
the demonstr-ative in affection. Women
meeting women are much the same the world
over, and no person can tell by the greeting
accorded whether the traveller returned is
madam's dearest foe or the bearer Of opera
tickets for PATHS opening night. The stream
of passengers flowing through the gates casts
uD a woman on the shores of the depot plat
With
step, the two smile radiantly in recognition,
clasp hands, kiss with as little emotion as if
they were checking their trunks, grasp an
arn1ful of parcels and hurry to the street
THAT'S MY HUSBAND"
A young lady, proud of wedding ring,
steps nervously about the railing and searches
the crowd She picks out an elderly woman
in black, accosts her and offers mouth that
deserves more appreciative kissing. The
stranger in town surveys the youthful ma
tron without a smile, confesses her identity,
bends down slowly and kisses much as if she
disapproved OF something. Any one knows
them; they are bride and mother-in-law.
Here young man with cultivated whiskers
watches the bulletin board and fishes stray
cloves from his overcoat pocket. He heaves
a sigh as a Changing bell tells him the legend
greet a wife returned from a months visit in
the country He sees her far down the line,
but stands as still as if there We're a law
against lifting his hat; rouses to action as
she pushes through the portals; kisses her as
If it was an awfully common thing; takes
her bundles and turns from the place sur
prisingly sedate. But she's Why, she waved
her handkerchief at him when she was away
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bandn to the old man who had shared her
seat; she has kissed just as hard as she could,
and talks freely as they go out of the depot,
no more impressed into silence by the grim
old building than if they two walked unat-
tended in the hanging gardens of Babylon.
. Girls greet each other after fashion pecul-
iarly their own. The one who is drifting into
the station catches sight of her friend through
the high barred railing, waves frequent salu-
tations to her, sheers around the ponderous
engine as she comes abreast of it, breaks
through the hestating crowd when the gate
is reached, and falls into her friends arms
with a crescendo chatter in which both join
"a chatter which suffers one instant's break
as two Gainesborough hats are dipped togeth-
er, then starts again, for both are talking
and viii talk till the day is done.
NOT ALWAYS SATISFYING.
business man meets his wife as he closes
a trade at the store, stands perfectly still in
the crowd till she comes along, shakes hands
cordially but without emotion, relieves her
of travelling bag and leads the way without
a word A big, honest fellow from the couu-
try comes to Chicago to divide the journey
with a maiden Fastening to cares of matron-
are. He waits nervously and studies the
clock. Strange scenes claim his attention for
q moment, and then he turns again to gaze
down the tracks and wonder why the train
iaasp1v~z1a He starts and fiushes when the
great enigma pulls.isrU sight saloak away, as
if the wheels were threatening him. He
presses his face to the railing and watches
each traveller who steps TO the ground 1t has
been a year since he saw her and won the
promise to join her life with his. His heart
sinks as the last car is emptied and no famil-
lar figure meets his eye then he starts again
and losses those about him with strong arms,
for Hearts Delight is right at the gateway.
He takes her hand and looks down in the face
raised in greeting, stoops gingerly and kisses
coldly. Too many eyes are there; cit doesn't
seem right. He forgets his umbrella, forgets
breakfast, forgets everything, and pushes
into the street clumsily at the side of a dis
appointed little body. He is half angry. 1t
is not at all as be thought it would be.
Two others are waiting as the train comes
in. At the side Of the room away from the
crowd sits man furtively watching the en-
trance, avoiding officials, hiding his time He
does not move when the gates open, but
watches with hasiisk eyes till the throng
parts and young woman, tall but superbly
formed. PAGES half across the area and sweeps
the benches with quiet eye. Then he passes
swiftly to her side, but there is something of
the clsndestine in their greeting, something
in the sscape-like exit, In the pressure OF
hands In the retreat to a cab, which tells of
vows forgotten. And brushing past them as
they reach the street, so near are dark and
light together, comes a youth just touching
mans estate-tall. strong well knit and ruddy
faced. His nimble feet descend the stairs, his
his heart lifts joyfully as he sees-alone. be-
wildered-the dear form of mother He is at
her side before the old eyes can grasp this
scene, stranger than all the novelties before.
All the temptations resisted all the battles |
won. all the pledges kept unite to flash one |
grateful memory on hun as this faded woman
lays weary hand upon is neck and breathes |
q prayer of benedictioI and of gratitude in
the single expiration, My SONNY sonr- |
Chicago Herald
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The old l-iy from the country had priced |
nearly everything ON the ten cent counter |
and the salesman was growing little weary |