St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-07-24

frequently happens when TWO men are
comrades. The previous day had said
quite innocently, that l hated to trave
with an object. He took this as per
sonal aIlusion and left me then and
there. What l meant was that haC
had to do so much in this life will
definite purpose, that tramping
around with no particular object in view
not even physical culture or mental I'M
provement, had its charms. He gave me
no chance TO explain, and now L can see
that a somewhat heated discussion we
had had some time before this aremark
was made, might have biased his mind
against any observation that fell from
me.
The day after you quarrel with your
friend. you feel delicious sense OF per-
sonal freedom. This is very nice fol
twelve hours or so, but alter that you
get lonesome and yearn for a friendly
smoke and chat together.
| had some little trouble with the
driver of the diligence to begin with. /
am a most unfortunate man in matters
of this kind. | am continually being
misunderstood, just as the other fellow
misunderstood me. The driver, who
was not trained to conceal his feelings,
but rather to coerce lazy horses, freely
expressed his opinion that | was fool.
That was merely because he did not
know my methods of travel. He had
been contaminated by contact with
persons who travel with a definite OBJ
ject. | didn't know where l was going,
and he thought | should, hence these
painful denominations. 1t was morn
ing, and all that l knew was that l was
going somewhere. L happened to be
passing the Cloche dor at Nice when l
saw this diligence preparing to leave.
knew 1t was going somewhere, so
climbed up on deck beside the driver.
Where are you goi:4g?' he asked.
al don't know"
What village do you wish to reach?"
II don't know"
Chow far are you going, then?"
Ppm sure don't know. Why are you
so inquisitive%"
You must surely know the place
you wish to reach"
Il don't see why. Believe me, have
no curiosity about the matter"
"You may be on the wrong COACH"
''That Is impossible"
"Then where do you wish to go?'
L uOn KNOW. Tell you.
"How am l to know how much to
charge you if l don't know where you
are gOing?'
81 give that up also. It's your bus
mess, not mine. Why do you trouble
me with these trivial questiohs?'
Where do you wish to get DOWN."
81 havn't the least idea. l'll tell YOU,
when get there. Then l would sug-
gest that you charge me the correct
fare. If you bother me with any more
immaterial questions will get down
now"
Then he made the remark that / was
a fool, although how he arrived at that
conclusion l am at loss to understand.
His acquaintance with me was so slight
and recent that l could not but look
upon him as man who jumped at con-
illusions from most insufficient data.
Still did not question the accuracy of
his statement.
We drove out of Nice to the north.
The smooth. level road followed the
bank of the Paillon Torrent, which lay
to our left. The Torrent" consisted OF
dry gravel mostly, with stone embank-
ments on each side and thin thread OF
blue water running crookedly, now
down the center and now at this side OF
at that. Still let no one deSpise the
Torrent. When the snow melts in the
mountains and the rain descends, the
Torrent is in the habit of getting up on
stone entertainments have their work
cut out for them. The Torrent sweeps
a few humans down into the sea, de.
stroys the accumulations of years, and
then. having shown what it can do, sub
sides into a quiet little blue rivuIet
again.
The hills closed in and we passed
little villages whose only excitement
was the arrival of the coach. The driver
who did not amount to much in Nice
was big parsonage in the villages.
saw that the inhabitants considered his
nod great distinction. / asked him tC
drink with me at one stopping place,
and he condescended to do so. A light
broke over him under the genial Intlu-
ence of the wine.
"You are not a commercial traveller,
then?"
NO"
You travel for pleasure, perhaps?''
Exactly"
~ aybe you are rich?'
'Fabulously."
"Ah, that accounts for it. You dono
care where you go?"
mot in the least"
'All places are as one to the man will
money in his pocket"
PRECISELY"
"Me ? | am q slave. l drive t.
ConteS, then | drive back to Nice Ther
to Comics, then back to Nice. In gooC
weather, in bad weather. l have NJ
choice. The sea at one end, the hills a
the other. And the years go by. Alas
drive for bread"
And wine"
''Ah, yes. to be sure. The wine. Coco
wine is Gods blessing to the heart O
man. But it is dogs life. Compensa
tons? All, yes. Some gentlemen give
me franc at the end of the journey, bu
they are few. The commercials give
ne two sous or maybe four if the bust.
ness is good"
And then you are respected all along
the route. They know you are a goo(
driver"
"Ah, you have noticed that? Yes.
understand horses. They are very mucl
like men, only they know more. Some
need the whip, some the word of EN-
enlargement. The great thing Is tina
as soon as you pick up the reins the
horses should know you are the master
That travels to them down the reins t
the iron in their mouths, and they know
1t before you are settled in your seat
A horse is very wise"
What a pity it is horse canno
talk"
Talk? No one can talk so well as
horse. My horses talk 10 me and | t,
them. They like stories or good song
l always tell them the story of TIL
pirates when they are going up hill
What pirates?''
Those of Chateauneuf. These pirate
always killed the horses of those the,
robbed, because, living on the top of TIL
mountaius, where no horses could climb
the" nd nOr ;alue horses. A horse al
ways fears the pirates of Chateauneut
and when you tell the story your team
will pull as hard as it can"
where is Chateauneuf?'
II thought perhaps you were goini
there. IL Is at the top of the mountain
behind Mount Macaron"
And are the pirates there now?"
The driver looked anXiously over hi
shoulder to make sure that his horse
were not within hearing distance, AM
then said in a low voice: mo, the,