St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-12-25

I my charge have seats in your car as fan
as Buffalo. I'd like to sit with them
and see that they get through safely"
SORRY, sir but If you sit in the par
Tor car you'll have to pay. But it's only
| so cents"
Jack hands over 80 cents, and rejoins
Miss Raymond.
The little girl goes to sleep, also the
| passengers.
Time flies with vengeance, and all
too soon the train rumbles into the
depot at Buffalo. They allght to meet
Miss RaymOnd's uncle.
The uncle kisses Miss Raymond with
affection, but looks inQuiringly at Jack.
| Miss Raymond introduces Jack.
The uncle is not what zone would call
| cordial. Miss Raymond is distressed be-
| You'd meaSure-"rattled."
Jack relieves the tension by taking
| formal leave of Miss Raymond, nodding
to the uncle, and seeking his berth in
| the sleeper.
Time, 1890 a. M; distance from home,
several hundred miles; cash in the eX-
| chequer, % cents.
1t is charity to draw a veil over the
next day-15 cents for coffee and a sand
! witch Tor breakfast at Sarnia, cents for
a glass Of milk for dinner at Marshall,
Mich, noted for its fried chickens. its
cold roast beef, its hot rolls, the S o'clock
supper at the De Long mansion in Chi
cag0 that frightened his mother and as
tonished his father
A week later a dainty letter, post
| marked buffalo," arrives.
Jack opens it and tindsa 90 bill and a
conVentionally polite note of thanks.
regrets for any inconvenience, etc. 1t is
signed. Yours sincerely, Isabel Ray
mOnd"
But Jack thinks he can read between
the lines. for below is "No. lib Rhodes
avenue"
Christmas day again. A bad day for
travelling, but John De Long. OF Chi
cago, does not look as if he regarded it a
hardship as he gets Off the Chicago eX-
press at Buffalo.
And this fragment of conversation
has rather 4 sound of thanksgiving than
otherwise:
"Do you remember, Jack, how you
stalked away that night in the depot at
Buffalo? L never expected to see you
again. You looked positively savage.
Ifairly hated my dear old Uncle Bob"
He was trifle chilly. And then 10
see you waste kiss on him and peek
out of the corner of your eyes, as much
as to say: Don't you wish = y
81 didn't-and s'pose did,"
SPY the way, how much do you sup
pose had in my pocket when L said
goodbye"
81 don't know. You put on airs
enough for millionaire"
Just twenty-five cents"
"Why, you poor fellow, you must
have starved! 1t served you right,
scraping acquaintance with strange
girls on train. You won't do it any
more, will you, Jack? There. there!-
will that repay you?"
mo; you'll have to take that very
same trip with me to make it square"
but Jack! Do take more than TWEEN
ty-two centS-there'll be two of US, you
know"
Taking much-worn letter from his
pocket-book, opening it and producing
a 81 bill, Jack said:
Isabel Raymond, did you ever see
that before:"
"Yes-no; don't know"
Eyes, you do. Read what's written
right under your name in this letter."
Isabel (reading)-"I hereby dedicate
this filthy lucre to a dinner for one, to
be eaten at Marshall, Mich. the one to
be John De Long and Isabel De Long,
his wife. D. v"
"Ah, Jack, you won my heart that
night in the car. But you wouldn't be
stingy enough to leave out that dear
little girI-'
"WouIdn't T. There wouldn't be any
little girl around that trip to-"
"HuSh, you WretchW