The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1891-06-11

1T must be mortal strange place."
said that amiable spinster, where
folks walk up and down Broadway in
their Sunday clothes, and milk sells for
ten cents n quart. And whore they
hain't no garrets to their houses, and
go out to parties just when we Center
villcrs are tying on our nightcaps to
60 to bed. Well, we'll, it takes oil sorts
Of people to make a world"
So Miss Melinda retrimmed her leg
horn hat with sage-green ribbons,
spongcd over her ancient black silk
gown, INDUCED i'll the extravaganza of
new gloves, and set forth for the great
American metropolis to visit Cousin
Lemuel Larkins, whose family had
frequently spent halcyon summers at
the farm, and to partal1e of whose hospi-
tality she had had standing invitation
for some time.
Cousin Lemuel and his eldest daugh-
ter, Persephone, met her at the depot
with faces of friendly welcome. Cousin
Lemuel was 4 photographer on the
Bowery, and Miss Persephone did"
supernumerary parts at the Sparkle
theater and had the promise of going
on" whenever there should be va
cancy in the regular dramatis persona.
Come along, Cousin Nelly" said
Mr.. Larkins. Where's the check for
your baggage? Here, expressman! And
look sharp. dye hear?'
But" shrieked Miss Melinda, that
check is all I've got to show for my
trunk"
Its all right" said Larkins, cts all
right"
But the mans perfect stranger!'
Amt he an express agent?" said
Larkins
Eyes; but how do you know he'll
ever bring up the trunk at all, gasped
Miss Parkinson. 81 once read in the
Sentinel how
Come along" said Mr.. Larkins,
spontaneously. You'll find it'll all
be as right as trivet!"
"Ain't we going in carriagc?"
BLESS us, no." said Cousin Larkins.
"We're a-goin in the short cars"
But why are you going in tho
short cars?" said Miss Melinda, in
great bewildermcnt. II thought you
said you lived mile and half from
the depot?"
Obi" said Mr. Larkins, "'short'
means the cars, not the distance! Come!
Let me help you aboard, there's good
girl"
No sooner was Miss Parkinson safely
bestowed between a stout gentleman
reading his paper and a black velvet
cloaked lady, than she again began to
be Uneasy in her mind
"Lemuel,' said she, in q stage whis-
per. II don't like these cars. I'd rather
walk"
But why?" said Mr.. Larkins, who
was hanging from a strap like a first
class trapeze performer. "Eh? The
man next you a pickpocket? But, my
dear woman, it can't possibly be! He's
a-holding up the paper with both his
hands! How can he be picking your
pocket?"
"Ah!" nodded Miss Parkinson, 'they
can't deceive me. One of ems stuffed!
I've read all about it! And he may be
a-takin' my watch and my twenty-five
dollars out of my under pocket with
the real hand, this very minute, for all
l know"
Madam" said the strange gentle
man, jumping up and turning very red,
as he started for the door, II have not
yet arrived at my destination, but l
much prefer walking a few blocks to
finding myself the subject of aspersions
such as these! Conductor, you will have
the goodness to stop
There cried Miss Parkinson, start
ing to her feet, Its just as the Senti-
mel says! He's escaping! Driver, in
sist that he shall be searched! Conduc-
tor. call the police!'
"P'r'aps," suggested Cousin Lemuel,
you'd better see if your watch and
money amt safe, Melinda"
Because, marm,' added the con-
ductor, with the corners of his mouth
twitching, that there gent is Judge