The Mt. Sterling advocate. (Mt. Sterling, Ky.) 1890-current, 1892-09-20
A TOUCH OF NATURE.
How 1t flushed Complaint on a
Sleeping Car.


How 1t flushed Complaint on q
Sleeping Car.
We were a round dozen of the
gloomiest passengers that ever got
together in Pullman car one warm
June night coming up from Atlanta
over the Piedmont Air Line. There
were several reasons for the surly
dizziness which deepened as the eve
ming wore on. The weather was
clammy and uncomfortable, while to
Hopen the windows was to invite
showers of cinders. Moreover, the
supper at Charlotte had been unde-
niably bad.
With such conditions it was not to
be wondered at that an air of gloomy
moroseness pervaded the car. The
only party who did not openly evince
any evidence of discomfort was a
group of sad-faced man, and a
woman with subdued countenance
and a tiny tot of five, apparently the
daughter of the man and the niece of
the lady. We all knew well enough
why they were so quiet. In the bag
gage car was rough box, and the
little girl clutched tightly boquet Of
the same tuberoses we had seen
carried in. with the coffin.
Cheerfulness did not increase as
the night grew on. Three drummers
tried to break the gloom by relating
rather of-color stories III an audible
undertone. A disappointed specula-
tor returning home was confidiDg his
misfortunes to member of Congress
ell route 10 Washington, and giving
his opinion of the land speculation
into which he had been drawn in
language more expressive than ele-g
giant and in much louder tone than
circumstances justified.
The Atlanta sports were talking
over poker game, interfering little
bursts of profanity into their CONVEX
sation, hardly broad enough 10 merit
reproof from the conductor, but yet
not the kind of talk desirable in family
circles. The porter soon began making
up the berths, commencing at the rear,
where the funeral party was ensconced.
The train rumbled on through the
darkness, the hum of discontinued
conversation filled the car. and none
Of the men paid the slightest attention
to the white acketed negro and his
work. ........s.-
By and by there were sounds of
slight disturbance from the back part
Of the car, which caused every one to
turn their eyes thither. In the mil
die of the aisle stood little fairy
form, clad i'll a snowy night dress, her
golden curls shaking over her should
ers by the rocking ofthe car, while her
blue eyes were troubled and half afloat
in tears. She was saying in a baby
voice, which opposition had caused
to rise 10 its highest pitch distinguish
able above the rumble of the train;
"Papa and auntie, must: mamma
told me to before she went to sleep"
Seeing the attention of the other pas
sPngers drawn upon them, the father
flushed and made no further remon-
strance, and the lady also drew back
The little tot got down reverently
upon her knees by the side of the
berth, clasped her Tiny hands and
began; .-a #hJ+a .tt
"SOw lay me down to s'eep.
pray the Lord my soul to keep"
and so on through it all until the final
amen adding "God bless papa and
auntie and poor little Annie, whose
mamma has goned away"
Then unresisling, they tucked her
into the berth. There was no more
storytelling, no more grumbling, no
more growing that night. The train
runbIed on with the sleeping mother
i'll the baggage car and the sleeping
orphan III the Pullman. -Philadelphia
Times.
onounced Hopeless, Yet Saved
From letter written by Mrs. Ada
II Hind ErotO,, G n 49, s....I-