The age-herald., 1897-08-08

All oA1O sAoiot du dVS, uu W0 TV IOuI minutes late now. Are you comin on, sir? NoP Right be'ind.
 There is nothing, unless, perhaps, the English language, moro terrible than the workings of an English railway line. But an instant before it seemed as though we were going to spend all eter- nity at Framlynghame Admiral, and now I was watching the tail of the train disappear round the curve of the cut ting.
 Yet I was not alone. On the one bench of the down platform sat the largest nayvy have ever seen in my life, softened and made affable (for he smiled generously) with liquor. In his huge hands he nursed an empty tum- bier marked L. and s. w. R.-marked also internally with streaks of blue gray sediment. Before him, hand on his shoulder, stood the doctor, and as I came within earshot this is what heard him say: Just you hold on to your patience for minute or two longer, and you'll be as right as ever you were in your life. I'll stay with you till you're better.
 Lord, Pm comfortable eroug1, :" said the navvy. "Never felt better in my life. D
 Turning to me, the doctor lowered his voice. "He might have died while that fool conduct-guard was saying his piece. I've fixed him, though. The stuff's due in about five minutes, but there's a heap of him. I don't see how we can make him take exercise''
 For the moment I felt as though seven pounds of crushed ice had been neatly applied in the form of compress to my lower stomach
 "How-how did you manage it?" I gasped.
 ''I asked him if he'd have a drink. He was knocking spots out of the car- strength of his constitution, suppose. He said he'd go most anywhere for drink, so lured him on to the platform and loaded him up. Cold blooded peo- pie you Britishers are. That trains gone, and no one seemed to care a cent :"
 We've missed it, said. He looked at me curiously.
 Well get another before sundown, if that's your only trouble. Say, porter, when's the next train down?''
 Seven forty-five," said the one DOT ter and passed out through the wicket gate into the landscape. It was then 3:20 of hot and sleepy afternoon. The station was absolutely deserted. The nayvy had closed his eyes and now nod ded
 That's bad," said the doctor "The man, l mean---not the train. We must make him walk somehow-walk up and down.
 = Swiftly as might be I explained the delicacy of the situation, and the doctor from New York turned full bronze green. Then he swore comprehensively at the entire fabric of our glorious con stitution, cursing the English language, root, branch and paradigm, through it's .most obscure derivatives His coat and bag lay on the bench next to the sleeper Thither he edged cautiously, and I saw .treachery in his eye.
 4a-What devil of delay possessed him to ssiip on his. spring overcoat I cannot tell They say 0 slight noise rouses a sleeper more surely than heavy one, and scarcely had the doctor settled him. seR in ahis sleeves than the giant walked and Seized that silk faced collar in a hetr right hand. There was rage in his faeez=rage. and the realization of new enctions.sss
 "Im--I'm not so comfortable as I were, r he said from the deeps of his interior "You' Il wait along O me, you 'wills,nis He. breathed heavily through utlips ,,,. Now, if there was one, thing more than aanother upon which the doctor had idwelt in his conversation with me, it was upon the essential lawabidingness, not to say gentleness, of his much mis- represented country. And yet (truly, it may have been no more than button that irked him) saw his hand travel backward to his right hip, clutch at somethingsand come out again empty.
 "He won't kill you," said. Hell probably sue you in court, if know my own people. Better give him some money from time to time.'
 If he keeps quiet till the stuff gets in tits work, !" the doctor answered, "I'm all right If he doesn't, ** < my name is Emory-Julian B. Emory 193 Steenth street, corner of Madison and ---."
 ''I feel worse than I've ever felt, said the nayvy, with suddenness. What did-.you- give me- the drink-for?''
 The matter seemed to be so purely personal that withdrew to strategic position on the overhead bridge, and, abiding in the exact center, ready to de- scend at either side, looked on from afar.
 could see the white road that ran across the shoulder of Salisbury plain, unshaded for mile after mile, and, a dot in the middle distance, the back of the one porter returning to Framlyng- hame Admiral, if such a place existed, till,7 :45. The bell of church invisible clanked softly. There was rustic in the horse chestnuts to the left of the line and the sound of sheep, cropping olose. 4 s E
 The peace of Nirvapa lay upon the 1oy,Slf ot,,7 .br,,r,f4t ,,