The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-08-24
ARAlLROAD A INCIDENT.
Tho troublesome Cindsrs and tho Man
ON the Top Of tho Car.

Tho troublesome Cindsrs and tho Man
ON the Top Of tho Car.
Correspondence Of The Tribune.
New York, Aug. 23.-I had seated my
Iackawanna and Western rail-
road train, and had essayed ITO indulge
in a short nap preparatory to filling an
engagement 'l5O miles out" obedient
to the call OF my agent. when the other
half OF my seat was appropriated py
the no less genial and entertaining Mr.
Katzenstein, the wealthy packing man.
ufacturer. He Immediately launched
upon a discourse with an acquaintance
who occupied the seat ahead. ana my
prospects for nod were reduced TO
wink. l resolved to revenge the intra-
sion.
Taking a good supply of my nun>eer
six bird-shot I opened fire on Mr.. X.
softly, at first. but enough to disturb
him. My aim was good and l tossed
them out with my tongue with a pro-
ficiency which my friends tell me rivals
that Of a marksman at close range. AS
the shot came In contact with his sttfr
hat the sound could be heard through
out the car. and many turned to learn
the cause.
"What Is this? inquired Mr.. X. with
unmistakable concern. II am getting
hit. Do you hear that-and that-and
that. There 1t Is again. light. on my
cheek" His compa mon. who had been
witness to some of my l. road cpl
sodes, quietly took In the situation. and
became a voluntary confederate.
Mr.. X. looked me over carefully. but
as I feigned sleep he concluded l was
innocent all over. Another volley l let
20, and this time leaped to my feet
as IL struck by bomb. Mr.. K turned
aside to laugh at my apparent per-
plexity, his anger somewhat assuaged
to learn that he alone was not singled
out as victim. He rose to learn the
meaning Of this prosecutions" and
standing in his seat looked inQuiringly
into the CAGES of the other passengers.
who, not yet acquainted with the sport.
looked at him, in turn. with wonder.
II can't see who's doing it. What Is
he throwing?" asked Mr.. X. His COM
panion suggested that 1t was coal from
the locomotive 'and that 1t came In
through the ventilators above. This
served to reassure Mr.. K. and ne re-
sumed his seat and his interrupted dis
course. -,
Scarcely had he begun when anoother
fusilade OF missiles landed with great
force on his face and his hat.
Hey. hey, there; stop thht" he
shouted:
The other passengers began to ctm-
prehend the matter more intelligently,
but they charitably refrained from
comment.
1T is neither coal-dust nor cinders."
declared the now irate Mr.. K. 1.-THE
windows are down and the ventilators
are yelled. There Is some rogue in the
car pelting me-"
By the foregoing method I always In
troduce my ventriloquism.
From the roof above l piped: "Say.
KatZenstein." Hello! Hello" replied
Mr.. K, In the parlance Of the telephone
girl.
I'm going to make a hole in that
plug hat OF yours. Look Quit! came
back In reply, at which the passengers
roared.
who Is the rascal, and how does he
know my name?" he inquired'of me.
l ventured that Is was some one Of
his party.
"Yes. but there is no one with me but
my brother-ln-law.
The brother-in-law. observing the
cOmmotlon from the next car, entered
at this moment.
As the train approached Manunka
Chunk / had the pair "in the RAIN"
for, In truth. It was a spectacle. Each
was on his feet vainly trying to dodge
the rain OF shot. shouting to the i'm
aginary foe on the roof OF the car to de-
sist.
When the train stopped at Manunka
Chunk they Jumped quickly from the
train. and togsther they rushed to an
elevator near by to get view of the top
OF the car. They looked high and low.
while number OF the passengers kept
them running from one side of the
train to the other. All the passengers
joined In the fun and the conductor,
alve TO the sport. generously held the
train to keep up the sport.
G. A. Hartley.