Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-05-06

it would only hurry up! Suppose the old
creature should speak! To get away it would
be necessary to cross q big. slushy pool of
water formed at the gutter with the
frozen snow and ice. She thought of jumping
into the middle oft, no matter what the results
would be. but the owner of the bag in q cracked
voice made a remark. That settled it. 1T is
q very wet evening to be out, miss" and she
numbered this at him, "At your age. old
man, you ought to have sense enough to get in
out of it" Then the old dote took firmer
hold on his bag, jammed his umbrella a little
lower down and went up the street like a two
year-old. The next day when she was not
angry she laughed heartily over the little cpl
sode. She has laughed ever since when she
thinks Of it, and now If it makes some one else
smile just little the writer will be amply
gratified-
MIDNIGHT INCIDENT IN THE WEST.
She does not want to condemn all the race Of
mankind who may happen to speak to lone
woman at night. But there are kinds and
kinds. 1t is a very nice thing to be spoken to
sometimes. The writer remembers the most
remarkable incident that ever occurred to her
in travelling that will illustrate this point. She
was compelled to wait one night for three
hours in a small railroad station in Salt Lake
City. 1t WAS not a very attractive lettering
place in the daytime and.it was certainly weari-
some beyond description from till midnight,
when the promised connection was due. Along
about IL o'clock she went out on the platform
and walked up and down. Up drove a man
in a buggy. hitched his horse, went in the sta
ton and asked the operator if the train would
be in on time.
:"No, it won't. 1t will be at least two hours
late tonight"
WILLING AWAY THE TEDIOUS HOURS.
The second listener to this remark felt her
heart 60 way down in her boots at the prospect
Of three hours more waiting. Up and down
she tramped the platform to keep awake. The
owner of the horse and buggy Joined her. The
conversation started on the weather and that
late train. 1t was rather a one-sided affair till
the buggy owner deftly introduced a remark
that his purpose AT the station was to meet a
maiden aunt from the east who was coming out
to make his wife visit. That sounded very
laudable, but the lone woman already in from
the east kept very shy. Up and down they
still tramped the platform. All of a sudden
the resident of Mormontown said:
well, this is very tiresome for You. Come,
get in my buggy and we will kill time driving
around the CITY,
SHE WAS NOT AFRAID.
One thought flashed across her mind What
would the world think of such a performance,
driving around Salt Lake at midnight with a
man she had never seen till an hour ago. and
cSipio sue hHeW IL Tue JuOuSHt became WOrOs,
and she had blurted out:
"Oh. am afraid"
"Afraid of what?"
Nothing" she quickly replied. ~ will go
with pleasure"
And she went, and that stranger took the
greatest pains to drive her around the strong
hold Of Mormonism. even to the grave of
Brigham Young, to the Temple and the Bee
Hive and all the other interesting points, and
showed her what the city looked like at mid
night. They got back to the station in good
season. The writer boarded her sleeper while
the buggy owner was greeting with rapturous
delight the maiden aunt who had alighted from
the train. And the writer hoped that she had
tn. incest visit Of her life under the roof of one
of the incest men in the world. SO men 60.
and so do women. and after all there is very
little difference in them when ii comes to being
very mean or very nice.