Morning journal and courier., 1891-03-11
At the Station.

To the Editor of the JOURNAL AND COURIER:
 We were late for our train, and, on hear ing that we had two hours to wait before the departure of another that would ac- commodate us, we decided-1s there was no help for tito make the best of our de lay and be as philosophical as possible, We had forgotten our ''handy volume" as ill-luck would have it, so there was noth- ing to do but make ourselves comforta- ble as we could, which was not difficult in our well-lighted, well warmed and pleas ant waiting room.
 Such n rush and hustle as there was; trains came and went; passengers arrived and departed; new faces constantly ap- peared, until we quite forgot, in watching them, our previous annoyance.
 Here comes a middle aged man, most respectable in appearance and apparently we'll to do; we imagine that he is farmer, and probably deacon in the church; We conclude that he has few thousand dol lars on his bank account. His clean, we'll shaven face, with it's determined jaw and satisfied mouth, denote him to be man of importance in his own community; pos sibly justice of the peace or q squire. Following him is young man with splendid physique, very English in style and irreproachably dressed. Then bevy of young ladies, handsome and chic, hurry uu to the ticket office, laughing and talking together. They are so bright and pretty and their mirth is so infectious that We smile in sympathy. They pass out and we see them no more.
 Here comes n colored woman in mourn
 I IL '. .l,r and seated near one of the radiators is a large woman with scarlet velvet flowers in the bonnet that frames her rubicund face She has two bundles as plethoric as her self, and is evidently making the best of the situation, as she complacently folds her gloveless hands on her capacious lap and looks around with smiling satisfac- ton.
 Now two women meet; they are old friends, and have not seen each other for years. How glad they are as they kiss and energetically shake hands. It does one good to see such genuine friendliness. They engage at once in earnest conversation, snatches of which we hear occasionally. One is saving sI spose ye didn't know that Silas's wife's ben sick. She has, a good long spell;" and then followed an account of the illness of her sons wife, interspersed with ejaculations of astonish- ment from her friend, as "You don't say! Mercy on us! Why du tell! Did you ever! etc., etc. Presently stalwart, fresh -complexioned young man comes in and goes up to the first speaker, whom he calls mother as he kisses her heartily. He tucks her hand lovingly under his arm as they go ou together. We like his earn est generous face, and wonder if this is Silas, whose wife is so i'll.
 1iff1a fanoi1v Tho fathar z slender. youthful lad with the faintest sus picion of a moustache, is carrying smal infant in his arms He wears a hat q world too large for him, his boots are pool and his overcoat is shabby. He has a sad delicate face with a pathetic curve of tho mouth. Closely following him is the moth er fragile, tiny creature with very blue eyes and such childish face that our sym pathies are aroused at once. She is lead ing toddling little creature by the hand They take seats near us and the young pa pa disappears, but returns very soon, bring ing bag of chocolate creams. Some 0 these he gives to the wee toddler, and the, enjoy the sweets together. The baby als' is treated to taste. Soon little rivule of chocolate is running down either corne the elder childs mouth, and is slowl dropping on the clean white dress, but tn small papa and mamma are too much en grossed with their candies and do not hee' her. When the paper bag is emptied, tn baby is placed on an impromptu bed mad by shawl and satchel ,and is provided wit a bottle of milk, and the young parent leave it and wander around the room fol lowed by their eldest born. It is pitifu sight This boy and girl have assume the cares of life early. They should hay been at school for years to come and W think ''What fools these mortals be- , Now a young mother is hurrying uI
 carrying in her arms rosy, apple-cheeke
 baby; and here are two servant girls tall
 ing loudly. One has just left her plac 8 and is complaining bitterly about her lat
 mistress, "who was that mane, tht niver bit of an aig wud she give me ? fry me mush with and she wanted me !. fry it in larrud insted of butther-tt stingy old crathur."
 The scene is ever shifting, ever chaut ing, and as our train steams in, we, in or :, turn, rush out, meeting crowds of peep .- coming in as if the whole world was o'
 for holiday.
 Our time passed swiftly and pleasantl IS although we were delayed so long at u j. New Haven station.
 , n, RACHEL ROGERS.