The Washington times., 1894-11-11
or THE PENNSYLVANIA.

or THE PENNSYLVANIA.
"What road shall try?" thought, and
the Pennsylvania line naturally suggested it
self. inasmuch as that railroad is known all
over the country not only for the excellence
Of its roadbed. rolling stock and manage
ment, but also for its friendship Tor newspa-
per people. Accordingly il was to the gen.
eraI manager OF the Pennsylvania road that
applied Tor permission to ride on the engine
Of some passenger train from Baltimore TO
Washington.
There was a great deal Of red tape to be
gone through with and for several days the
fate Of my undertaking hung in the balance.
However. on Friday I received the following
document dated at the general Offices OF the
company in Philadelphia:
..To the conductor Of train between Balti-
more and Washington, 20 whom this order
may be presented.
"Please permit the bearer. a representative
Of TIE WASHINGTON TINES, to ride on the
engine Of your rrain from Baltimore to Wash
ington. and return this order TO your super
intendent as your authority Tor SO doing.
"F. II. PREyosT,
General Manager
This was the Hopen sesame" which. through
the power Of the press. was to procure Ior
me what neither love nor money could OBJ
tain.
dressed myself in a gown that was no
longer in its first youth, bUttoned on an ul-
ster which had seen service in many another
night assignment, and with the precious pass
in my most secure pocket, tcok an early even
ing train Tor Baltimore.
The g.52 train, the station agent told me.
was fifteen minutes late al Wilmington, and
had the best part OF an hour 10 walk about
the Union Station in Baltimore, which is, by
the way. just about the cIeanesr place was
ever IN ia all my life. 1t is uncannily clean,
Ike hospital, and is all one CLEAN OF glazed
brick. brass rails. and stained glass.
SAT HAND IN HAND.
was not alone in the station. a country
bride and groom. he with tight ''store
clothes" she with squeaking shoes. sat hand
in hand in The waiting room, under the
amused gaze Of two geutlewomen in black.
An impossible person with an atmosphere OF
rouge and Jockey club was Chatting noisiIy
with two men trends. A tired-looking little
woman in the corner held a frailIookinE,
sleeping baby. Outside on rhe platform two
college men were walking up and down,
praeticng the latest swagger. / had little at
tention. however, TO give to any Of these per-
sons. for my mind was set on getting through
the gate first.
and I was first. The train had not cometo
a full Stop before was beside it waiting for
the conductor, Isaac L. Cohee, 10 step down.
Il am 10 ride on your engine, I said.
"Here is my order"
Mr. Cohee examined the paper carefully
ana Hooked me over with equal care. Satisfied,
I suppose. that was neither an imposter nor
a bandit in disguise, a twinkle came into his
brown eyes.
''AI right, - he said; f'come along. III take
You down to the engine"
"Here, Joe, be called to the engineer as
we stood beside the great sleek-looking en-
ginc. heres lady wants to ride on the en-
gine.
The engineer, 4 distinctly handsome man,
with keen gray eyes and a pointed beard,
tinSed with gray, came down from among his
mysterious levers and spotless brasses and
SHOOK hands with me. I introduced myself
a little more definitely, and his name. he told
me, was Joseph \. Middleton, and his home
is al No. 632 West sixth street, in Wilmington,
DEL
II is time for the train to start. The
fireman snatehas g rag from some nook