Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-04-30
HE GOT THERE
The Tale of an Anxious Traveller end .
 Belated Cyclone.

up aSalnsG some SO years ago In Mlnne- sota.
 ''I had been living in thoso days in Q little place called Slotown, and things had been going pretty bad with me. I'd been took sick with sort of malaria. The folks I'd been boarding with were good enough hearted in their way, but their goodness of heart was heavily handicapped by hard times and short money. They didn't want to put a sick man out of doors, but as soon as I com menoed to oonvalesce they generally asked me, round about meal times, when expected to go to work. Then l got telling them that expected a man down from Hustlehurst after spell who had promised me a job any time I was loafing. Hustlehurst was little place just about 100 miles from Slotown. This was pnre fairy tale on my part, as wasn't acquainted with living soul up there, but it sort of made the folks feel better, and then they left me alone, and l felt better myself But so sure as I'd crawl back into the house after Q walk of about half a square they d always say to me. Seen that man from Hustle hurst?'
 ''One day the man l boarded with came into tho house in breathless haste and said, 'There's man from Hustle hurst down at tho depot, and from tho looks of him I should say he was your friend.
 ''I didn't stop an instant. When I got down to the depot, saw that the conductor had about L inches left of his seed eegar, and knew had just a minute to make the deal. There was only one passenger leaving Slotown, so l could make no mistakes. He didn't look much like the man I'd pictured, but wasn't particular about that. I went right up to him.
 "'Say, are you the man from Hustle hurst?' said.
 I reckon I nm, he says, looking down at me from the car window.
 We'll. l says. shifting my feet. what about that job I've been waiting for!'
 "'Beon waiting long'' he says. some what surprised.
 Nigh onto three months I says. Just then tho conductor pulled tho tooth pick out of his cigar and threw tho stub away. Timo was getting short.
 "'What about it?' says, just as the train give jerk forward.
 What about it?' he repeats, put. ting his head out of the window. m expect you in Hustlehurst tomorrow night And tho train was gone"
 Where does tho cyclone como inH' asked one of his listeners as the silent man paused for another Mines tho same. -
 Just coming to it. |" was the reply. II walked back to the house," he went on as soon as the same" had been disposed of. land told the folks d got that job at Hustlehurst Everybody looked pleased.
 When have you got to be there?' one of them asked.
 |" Tomorrow night. says, sort of short Twas beginning to feel independ- ent.
 How are you going to get thero:' the woman says to mo then.
 Well. you could have knocked me down with New England biscuit I'd never thought of it. I didn't havo a cent to my name, and l knew there wasn't rcd in tho house. The man was taking his wages i'll groceries, times was so bad. Something had to be done, however, and l started out once more | to do it. Lame as l was walked all over the township. Idon't believe there was a dollar bill in the hull county. Il didn't sleep much that night, but got up at dayhrCak. started out again. By this time I was ready to steal the money to pay my fare. but it wasn' t there to steal. Tho day began to go by. The last train that could get me to Illus. tlehurst that night left at 2 o'clock. Al q quarter of went down to the depot and waited till the train steamed of | without me. Then went out of the | depot.
 ''I remember that the air was terribly | oppressive. and walked past the house I boarded in. tired as I was, a mile or two into the country. Everything looked dismal and dreary. There was a thick. black cloud in tho sky, as dark as my feelings. As l got moro Respondent the cloud seemed to move up and get black. CT. It looked as though it was alive. Suddenly there was a lot of blinding flashes of lightning, crash of thunder. and began to think something had happened. Then the trees began to bend, l and the fences lay down flat. Houses and barns flew past me. I caught sight of my boarding house shooting by at the rate of 100 miles or SO an hour. had taken hold of and was clinging on to q pretty stout ash tree. 1 heard a wrench, | felt jerk saw the tree coming up hy tho roots, and then, reckon, tainted. VI By this tine everybody looked anx ious.
 When como to. continued the si lent man. "everything seemed bright around, and bending over mo was the Hustlehurst man.
 "'Ketch hold of this ax. he says, and get to work. looked at him.
 "'Where am IF says faintly.
 "'Where are your he says after me. Why, in Hustlehurst, and on time. Though didn't expect you before tho last train.
 "Gentlemen. l was nearly two hourl ahead of that train. And think you Il agree with the old saying. It's an i'll wind that blows nobody good.
 How far did you say Slotown wa: from Hustlehurst?" asked one of the lis teners. after deadly silence of severa minutes.
 Well" replied the silent man a. once more "the same" was produced, "the railroad fare is $2. and the sched ule rates run, I reckon. cents to th' mile New York World.