The Press., 1892-11-24
HE CAUGHT THE TRAIN.


 greatly amused in the Springfield club re- gently by an after dinner story told by James O'Neill, famous for his production of ''Monte Cristo" and 'sFontenelle." :" He had left New London early in the morn ing for New York, end arrived with myr- iads of others who were hastening to Gotham to participate i'll or witness the celebration of Columbus day. With no little difficulty he made his way to the Barrett House to pay visit to his family, and it was not until after dinner that he began to think of the return trip to Springfield. By that time the streets were blocked with people, car traffic had ceased, and carriages and cabs were at high premium as points of vantage from which to view the procession. As MT. O'Neill stepped into Broadway he was swallowed up in the throng, and, struggle or push as he would, he could not make headway toward the Grand Central depot, mile away. The situation became ex- citing, for the company were booked in Springfield, and the non-appearance of the star meant no performance of "Font- enelle." He cast a longing glance about for cab for the thousandth time, but none was to be hired. Failure to make the only train which could get him to Springfield in time seemed imminent, when a big specimen of the Broadway squad of police loomed in sight. MT. O'Neill made up his mind in an instant
 Hastily buttoning up his coat to his chin, and shading his eyes with his silk hat, he hailed the custodian of the peace with a meek mien and ministerial air, say ing Policeman business of urgency requires that I catch the four o'clock train at 42d street. Will you assist me ?"
 Certainly, Father" replied he of the blue coat and brass buttons, and swinging his clnb he ordered the crowd right and left for the passage of s'his riverence, !" whose duty called him to the station. Up Broadway the pair proceeded, and as Mr. O'Neill tells it, "a cyclone could not have made better path" Not until O'Neill had made his way into the comparative peace and quiet of 42d street did his burly escort again doff his hat and wish the ''father" a safe voyage. Those who have seen MT. O'Neill in "Monte Cristo," will remember his remarkable appearance as the Abbe, and will not be surprised at the mistake of one of New York's finest. | | Fhaxy ,o%4 %4x, o,nl apparently five or six years difference in their ages.
 As the train pulled up at Russey, out on the A. K. D., the younger girl blushed, fattened her nose nerveusfy against the window, and drew back in joyous smiles as young man came dashing into the car, shook hands tenderly and cordially, insisted on carrying her valise, magazine, I paper bundle, and would probably have carried her had she let him.
 The passengers smiled as she left, and the murmur went rippltng through the coach, 'sThey're engaged.n
 l The other girl sat looking nervously out of the window, and once or twice gathered her parcels together, as though she would leave the car, yet seemed to b. expecting some one.
 At last he came. He bulged into ths door like a house on fire, looked along the seats until his manly gaze fell upor the upturned, expectant face, roared Come on; I've been waiting for you ol the platform for fifteen minutes" l" grabbed her basket and strode out of the car while she followed with little valise, bandbox, paper bag full of lunch, g birt cage, glass jar of jelly preserves and al extra shawl,
 \ And crusty looking old bachelor il the further end of the car crooked out, ii
 unison with the indignant looks of tn | passengers, They're married"