The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1892-11-05

I'm nost crazy. II you're my friend
come with me-
He wasn't drunk. because he doesn't
drink. Il wasn't religious enthusiasm,
because SANDY had no religion | al
most hieved he meant what ne said.
and that n mad been called for. Igo.
up n q hn--- and followed him.
I hadn't more rnan got inside the
baggage CT when from anon the
trunks something sung our. Shut that
doo- and pull down your vest"
Sandy wanted 70 fight. then 81
tizred Tom. h danced around that
car Ike a pz1z< fighter II tle 1ing. uL--I
tae r9ics c-;el oa. quite lq1I: .D4,anz-
tom -P.haEr Isa.d ID S-aly. TIT.
q bo1d up parrot.
An then the parrot told you you
lie1. asserted McTo--aL-
YES. says Tom. cheerfullv.
And then You seid-do you rernem-
her what vgu s4id:
No. MacE: but wasn't a. your SIDE
when We got into the nexc coach 4 sec
oud later:
We came back with two brakemen.-
McTougal remarks. continuing. One
Of them brakernen looked on top O. the
car an under il an in it. He stuck 10 j.
that there was a ventriloquisr about.
but gave that idee up when he couldn't
find nobody
We flung those trunks right and left
IN a lively style observed Pope. but
not a thing did We ~discover-no human
living OF dead thiEg-not a place from
which the noise came We were pug
zled. Won may believe; and IL the search
had stopped there The road might have
warehoased that coach. for no railroad
man would have Travelled IL a car that
was haunted. But the end came. While
We were looking in each others faces,
and frightened in being blocked in that
sort Of way. the voice spoke again. II
said very distinctly: Let me out. am
dying-dyingr"
1T was under my arm. the voice was
Sandy e1clai1ns, lin a big trunk that
had come from camp meeting. | sung
out for Jake 70 run for a doctor. if there
was Il On .he train. an Tom All ne pur
that trunk on the floor as gently as If
twas glass. Twas light enough. We
thought the poor thing mast Be almost
a skeleton. l got hold Of the sledge-
hammer. Keep up your courage.
ma-aInr l shouted. 'an wen have YOU
out in a jify.'
"You should have seen Sandy at that
moment" says Pope enthusiastically.
He looked a hero, every inch Of him.
He gave that hammer four sweeping
swings. Crash. crash. Rip. tear, OF
came the top, and it was flung clean
across the car. a pile Of light. feecv
stuff followed. 4 dozen faces looked
anxiously into that trunk. expecting to
see the body Of a dying or dead wo1nan
Sandy seemed beside himself with anx-
ietv.
crowded around the trunk and the
doctor knelt down beside il. He pulled
u a lot Of rags very carefully, run hi=
arm down on a prospecting tour, lifted
mp a great wad Of cotton, took a good
long look under it, rose to his feet and
began TO curse everybody and call EN-
a pack Of fools. Then he changed his
tune and began to laugh. l asked him
a little angrily what he was making such
a fuss about. and if he proposed to take
out the body.
BODY! body! ha, ha, ha, ha. See
here, gentlemen" and he tossed out the
cotton from the trunk, showing a funny
looking machine at the bottom. This is
Stringfellow's p~honograph that he's had
down to camp meeting the doctor said.
He took one Of Edison's concerns ami
rugged it up s. as to go by clockwork.
4 The shaking Of the car set it in motion.
It's been repeating, parrotlike, only what
was told to it by the saints and sinners.
Very simple, you see. Iwon't charge
you anything for my visit, conductor
Good night and off he went.
Sandy, our friends here want to know
how that dream Of yours over that trunk
ended"
"Oh, they do-do they? Wal, gentle.
men, | had to pay the cost Of that trunk.
an trunks cost in these times. 1t took .
months salary to do it, which isn't rom
plimentary to the road. / learned on
lesson. If | ever want ter open an
mans luggage in future I'll smash it il
professional style."-E. D. NJ. in New
York News.