The record-union. [volume] (Sacramento, Calif.) 1891-1903, 1893-06-16
AT THE 800" JUNCTION.
"A Pathetic Incident in the Burnt Pin
Barrens OF Michigan.

n tHollc incident IN the Burnt Flne
Barrens of Michigan.
The time was cold October afternoon.
The place was lonely junction wait
lng-room in northern Michigan.
The people of the drama were an old
lumberman in "store clothes" and a
young man whose apparel proclaimed
the city.
ana then there was a rough pine box,
ABOUT SIX feet long, on truck outside.
Ferhaps that might have been called the
properties"
There is no more desolate place than
the Sault Ste. Marie junction. And it
was was raining that afternoon. There is a
little dirty station, and the train dis
patcher's house on one side of the main
track. Opposite is a deserted log cabin.
There is nothing else to be seen. In
summer the cOmmonest flowers shun the
spot. The old man with the Grape on his
hat sat looking out at the box on the
truck. The young commercial traveller,
or advance agent, or whoever he was,
stared vacantly at his companion. The
time passed slowly and drearily. Once a
freight train ratified by. The young man
got all the encouragement he could out Of
that, and ruefully viewed the caboose
fading away into the fog.
AT length, as If compelled to speak, the
old man said: Say, L hate t. see tn rain
fall on that ERE coffin so. They oughter
made tn eavses t this yere station big
ger. l tried to bring him in, but that
trucks too wide. Jim was fine boy, he
was, atore he went up t. Marquette.
That's him out there. 1t warn't on
material for him T. want to go. There
haln't nothin' to keep a bright boy t.
nome IN town what's got nothin' in it
but my ole sawmill an tn store. But, O
Lord, wisht he'd a staid-I wisht he'd a
StalG 4 hpu ainJt oh
In one o them tough iron towns. l amt
a-blamen' Jim for leaven' me. But he
was all l had. He didn't know how
much L wanted him to stay or he'd a done
1t. He didn't have no sort o. raisin' His
mother died when he was just a little
Teller, When he growed up, nothin' 'ud
do but he mus go away. He goes up Z
Marquette an gifts bin good job on the
ore docks, bein' strong an handy. He
ulster write me thu fines letters You ever
eV'ry Sunday reg'lur. He was up there
jest TOUR months when he quit written.
stood it month, an then | went up. He
was sick in measly boardin' house. He
was consider BILE sick, but we fetched him
through an l took him home. He got
good an well again. He said he'd stay
with me, but he didn't. H ruined off
one night. l didn't care fer what he
took, if he'd only COM back. He KEEP
a-wrttln fer money T. come home on, an
| KEEP senden' it-but had ter 90 fer
my boy. He was shot through the heart
in saloon at the 500. That's him out
there. l amt a-blamen' him. 1 didn't
raise him as II
Then whistle was heard. 1t was the
awaited train. With careful hands the
father, the train dispatcher and the young
man wheeled the coffin to the baggage-
car. Gently the burden was lifted within.
The old man climbed in TO be by his dead
The door was shut. And in a moment
the train was lost in the burnt pine bar
rens.-Harper's Weekly.
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