Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-12-26

"He gave us share of his tongue while
| you were DOING"
"Oh, indeed"
"Yes; seemed particularly anxious to
| know if we were bound for Dublin. But
we are only going as far as Stafford. Here
he comes again"
The young man entered the compartment
few minutes later, and to my great relief
settled himself of at once for doze.
| At Stafford the two elderly gentlemen
| left the train, and as was stiff and tired I
went out on the platform to stretch my
legs. leaving my sporting friend fast asleep.
When returned to the compartment be
was still asleep, but just as we got clear OF
Stafford he awoke with cry which startled
me.
$50 am L Hope you don't take it i'll of
me starting off with so many questions.
But, smiling again, "I am connected with
journalism-sporting papers mostly-and
I'm in the habit of doing bit of inter-
viewing Bad habit" he added, ''but !
hope you don't mind"
"Oh, not at ALL" said I, though 1 did
mind it just little Bit
"Been in Ireland often?" he asked,
knocking the ash off his cigar and busting
his knees.
"Never," replied laconically.
"Ah! Friends there, suppose; or busi-
ness?"
Neither" I answered. I was amused
at my sporting acquaintance's persistency
and just trife irritated.
"Ah?" said he, as he felt wanted to be
helped out of an awkward predicament,
politics! Perhaps have the pleasure OF
addressing an Irish member of Parliament?''
"No," 1 answered slowly, 'T am an
Englishman. 1 am going for a short holi-
day to ireland. have no friends the re
and I am very bad hand at making
friends"
My companion seemed disconnected, but
he was not defeated.
'Ireland is pleasant country" said he,
81 tai run over there usually couple
of times year. was over for Punchtown
last June, partly on business. jolly people
Fine country for horses, too. Take any in
terest in horse aesh?"
"Not an atom"
"Ah! Intend to remain in Dublin, or
take peep at the country"
81 really do not know" could not re-
press a smile. The mans persistence was
amusing He had asked every question
without trace of ofensiveness, and appar-
emily paid no heed to the gruffness of my
responses. I did not at all relish being
cross-examined or interviewed by stran-
ger, but had not the heart to be really dis
courteous; SO, shaking the ashes from my
pipe and laying it on the seat beside me,
said: I am an awfully dull dog, especially
in railway carriage. Pray don't think it
rude of me if fall off to sleep" deliber-
stely tucked my legs upon the seat, ar
ranging an overcoat for pillow under my
head and shoulders.
The sporting journalist said nothing, but
he eyed me in a curious way and then curled
himself up in his own corner.
''Do overlook my rough way, like good
chap" he exclaimed. 'I'm in q regular
hole. lind have to stop here, maybe for
the night. Fact is, I've got to wait for a
friend. who is going to join me here. She
I don't mind telling you it's lady-was
to have met me here and travelled on with
me; but there's been a breakdown, and she
can't get here in time-perhaps not until
early tomorrow. That's the telegram 1
was expecting"
1 was secretly glad to be rid of the man
for the remainder of the journey, but I
could not avoid saying was sorry to lose
his company polite fiction which am
sure the Recording Angel will blot tear
over.
eyes, know you are, old chap" he ex-
claimed, with as much cordiality as if we
had been bosom friends and boon compan-
ions; land I know you won't mind helping
me out of hole"
"What is it?'' inquired, little freez-
ingly I was confident was going to be
asked for "a small temporary loan"
''Well, look here" said he; SITS this
way. I'm no blooming journalist.
didn't want to let out that was only .