Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-01-04

CTILIZiNd THE ChAtkER MAN.
In another part of the car some young
men, on their way home from college. are
singing. They do not sing well. They
are the kind of college boys who do the
hazing and hire their speeches written for
them by poor boy who wears paper
collars. They sing gayly the chaste and
beautiful sentiments entitled Yonpiden
/ die," a song, / may truthfully say.
whicf, no man can listen to in the right
spirit and not 60 away better man.
One OF the voices Is quite piercing. Mr..
Riley says he would like to borrow it to
scour knives with. The voice of the tenor,
he claims, has a ferule on the end of 1t,
and when the rollicking sophomore strikes
e on fourth added line above his mouth
looks like stab in the dark.
The peanutter now comes to ask me IL
would not like pair of embroidered moe
casins with colored beads on them, or
some other literary work. He shows me
some nice gum arabic figs, while I hold
his large basket for him. I tell him 1 do
not care for figs, especially the elastic or
non-corrosive fig made at the Pullman Car
works. Then he tries 10 sell me the holi-
day number of The War Cry. l say no,
do not need it.. He then urges me to buy
q copy of a book entitled "Hounded to the
Southwest Corner of Perdition and Back, {"
by the author of" Where Is My Girl To-
night?"
tell him courteously that wouldn't
CHOOSE dUy. l1t SeehS tHcu 10 Sell IIG u
book containing 1000 words, and also some
tables, that he says are quito thrilling l
draw him out in regards to his books. He
is more interesting than his literature. He
finally admits, after have told him how
dislike these flashy books like "I,ooking
Backward, that he has not read any Of
his carefully selected library, although
ever ready and willing to enter into a
heated discussion regarding these books.
1t seems that he gets all his information
from the passengers, He does not read
the books himself A man says: do
prudish." Then, of course, he remembers
and treasures up the remark SO that the
next time through the car he can bring
one that is not so prudish. And so on.
There are a geod many tragedies going
on almost beneath our very eyes of which
we know little till the papers tell us the
denouement. think 1t is denoncement,
Is II not?
heard the sobs of woman in the room
next to my own at hotel last week, and
was going to ring for boy and ask him
to find out about the cause of the trouble
man who was evidently trying to hush her
up. thought then, Of course, If 1t re-
solved itself Into a domestic spat or cur
tain lecture l would not interfere. wonld
also try not to listen. So I went on with
my book entitled "Light, More Light,
There's Danger in the Dark"
Pretty soon the woman gave little
smothered shrek. But the man tried to
quiet her, though could only get his tone
and not his words.
"You are drunk, +" she walled, "and
YOU are going to kill me. Oh, have mer-
cy! Please do not kill me-.
He mumbled something or other, and l
could hear him step TO the dresser, |
thought, and open it.
Now she cried more pitifully but not SO
loudly. / had my finger on the bell in
my room, but hesitated. Then she screamed
again, and / heard chair fall over,
thought. l expected to hear a shot, but
was not sure that he,would not stab her
in his drunken fury.
rang.
to me, the boy came, but by that time II
was all still in the next room, so i sent Q