The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-06-16
PART II.

The journey to Louisville was a
triffling matter. Mr.. Crockett had
made 1t more than once before, and he
knew what to do. But when he changed
cars there and took a through train for
New York, he began to lose some of the
high confidence with which he had left
Wilkesburg. This was the first time
he had seen the interior of a sleeping
car. and when the porter prepared his
berth he approached 1t with fear and
hesitation. AT home he was considered
a tall man in a tall community and
when sleep found him long after mid
night, he lay with his knees against the
top of his berth.
Mr.. Crockett triumphed over all the
difficulties of the journey, but when he
left the train at Jersey City and found
Cousin Jim waiting for him, his New
York relative was as welcome as the
sight of water in thirsty well.
Il just received your letter this morn
ing" said Cousin Jim. TT was a big
surprise. l never thought you'd come
this far. i would have telegraphed
you. but it was too late, as l knew you
were already on the way. So / told
Mary to make ready for you while
came over to meet you"
"Oh, 'twasn't worth while to spend
money on the telegraph company. 1
managed the trip all right" said Mr..
Crockett, heartily. 81 knew you'd be
powerful glad to see, me, cause l recol-
lect how pressin' you were for me to
pay back that visit you made me.
How's Mary and the boys?"
"Oh, they're very WELL" said Cousin
jim.
"You pear to be little peaked your
self" said Mr.. Crockett, looking crit
ically at his companion. Cousin Jim
was a thin and rather small man with
nervous and uncertain manners. There
was no color in his cheeks and his flesh
looked flabby. Mr.. Crockett could have
crushed him in one hand. But he was
all brain, Mr.. Crockett had explained
on the occasion of his visit to Wilkes
burg. 1t was these thin, nervous little
men who did great things. Jay Gould
had been a thin, little man. Mr.. Pear
son wore black clothes somewhat
faded.
I'm glad to see you're not putin on
style and takin' the shine out of me"
said Mr.. Crockett.
"Oh, no." said Cousin Jim, with lit
tie smile; I'm not much of a follower
of the fashions here in New York. I
like to be plain, and stick to my work.
ing clothes here"
you do credit toyour Kentucky rails
in, Cousin Jim," said Mr.. Crockett,
"and, besides, people in big business
don't have much time to bother with
fashions, / guess, less they're on a
holiday"
Mr.. Crockett's train had arrived in
the night, and the trip on the ferry
| over the river was one of interest and
delight. Before him sparkling with
many lights lay the great city, long
and narrow like a cleaning sword
blade thrust out into the sea. Mr..
Crockett was glad that he had came
to New York.
II hope Cousin Mary hasn't put her
self out for me-" he said "Tain't
worth while to make any fuss and bus
tie over me. Just let a servant fix a
| bed for me tonight, and tomorrow
when I've played around on the grass
awhile with the children I'll go down to
the store and see how you boss things
1--WE have no yard" said Cousin Jim
| with some haste. This is New York
| you know. It's not like Kentucky.
Even the Vanderblts and Astors don't
| have yards.
Mr.. Crockett was taken aback some
what. Land must be mighty dear in
| New York he said. When they reached
the New York side they walked to the
| elevated read and entered a train that
| carried them several miles uptown.
Leaving the train they turned into a
street which Mr.. Crockett thought the
great city of New York ought to light
| better
You mustn't expect much of u.s.
said Cousin Jim, deprecatingly. 1--WE
don't go in for any great style. You
know I'm only plain man from Ken
lucky and Mary looks at things just
as l do"
That's right! That's right" said
| Mr.. Crockett, with great heartiness
"A man oughtn't to be better'n his
raisin', no matter how well he gets
along New York hasn't spoiled you
Cousin Jim, an I'm mighty glad to SEE
| that it hasn't"
They came to a large building with
a plain brick front. Some ill-kept chill.
dren We're playing in the street and one
of them raised the cry: Country
| Country" when the long-legged Ken.
tuckian towering more than a head
above Cousin jim, stalked up. But Mr.
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