Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1897-06-25

suggestive odor of an immemorial civil
lization. twas perfect walk, and lin
gering on every step came to the sta.
ton just as the one porter lighted the
last of a truckload of lamps and sci
them back in the lamproom while he
dealt tickets to four or five of the popu.
lation who, not contented with their
own peace, thought fit to travel. 1t wa.
no ticket that the navy seemed to need.
He was sitting on the bench, wrathfully
grinding a tumbler into fragments with
his heel. abode in obscurity at the end
of the platform, interested as ever.
thank heaven, in my surroundings.
There was jar Of wheels on the road.
The navy rose as they approached
strobe through the wicket and laid a
hand upon "A horses bride that brought
the beast up on his hireling hind legs.
1t was the providential fly coming back.
and for moment l wondered whether
the doctor had been mad enough to re.
visit his practice.
Get away You're drunk, " said the
driver.
I'm not, " said the navy. eve
been waitin ere hours an hours. Come
out, you bcggar inside there. "
"Go on, driver" said voice 1 did
not know-a crisp, clear, English voice.
"All right" said the navy. "You
wouldn't ear me when 1 was polite.
Now, will you come?'
There was a chasm in the side of the
fly, for he had wrenched the door bodily
of its hinges and was feeling within
purposefully. A we'll booted leg reward
ed him, and there came out, not with
delight, hopping on one foot, round
and gray haired Englishman, from
whose armpits dropped hymnbooks, but
from his mouth an altogether different
service Of song
Come on, you bloomin body snatoher.
You thought l was dead, did your"
roared the navy. And the respectable
gentleman came accordingly, inarticu
late with rage
'Ere's man murderin the squire, :"
the driver shouted, and fell from his
box upon the navvy's neck.
To do them justice, the people of
Framlynghame Admiral, 80 many as
were on the platform, rallied to the call
in the best spirit Of feudalism. 1t was
the one porter who beat the navy on
the nose with ticket punch. but it was
the three third class tickets who attach
ed themselves to his legs and freed his
captive.
Send for "a constablel Lock him up"
said that man, adjusting his collar
And unitedly they cast him into the
lamproom and turned the key, while
the driver mourned over the wrecked fly.
Till that moment the navy, whose
only desire was justice, had kept his
temper nobly. Then he went Berserk
before our amazed eyes. The door of
the lamproom, generously constructed,
would not give an inch, but the window
he tore from its fastenings and hurled
outward. The one porter counted the
damage i'll a loud voice, and the others,
arming themselves with agricultural
implements from the station garden,
kept up a ceaseless winnowing before
the window, themselves backed close to
the wall, and babe the prisoner think
of the Jail. He answered little to the
point, so far as they could understand,
but seeing that his exit was impeded
he took a lamp and hurled it through
the wrecked sash. 1t fell on the metals
and went out With inconceivable We
locity the others, is in all, followed,
looking like rockets in the gloom, and
with the last Che could have had no
plan) the Berserk rage left him as the
doctors deadly brewage walked up under
the stimulus of violent exercise and a
very full meal to one last cataclysmal
exhibition, and we heard the whistle Of
the 7:45 down.
They We're all acutely interested in as
much Of the wreck as they could see, but
the station smelt to heaven of oil, and
the engine skittered over broken glass
like a terrier i'll a cucumber frame
The guard had to hear Of it, and the
squire gave his version of the brutal as
sault, and heads were out all along the
carriages as found me seat.
What is the row?' said young man
as entered. Man drunk"
well, the symptoms, so far as my
observation has gone, more resemble
those of Asiatic cholera than anything
else" answered slowly and judicious-
ly, that every word might carry weight
in the appointed scheme of things. Up
till then, you will observe, had taken
no part in that war.
He was an Englishman, but he col
lected his belongings as swiftly as had
the American ages before and leaped
upon the platform crying: Can be Of
any service? I'm doctor"
From the lamproom l heard a wes-
ried voice wailing. Another bloomin
doctorW And the 7:45 carried me ON a
step nearer to eternity by the road that
is worn and scanned and channeled with
the passions and weaknesses and war.
ring interests of man who is immortal
and master of his fate
Smiles IrrRdIate the COuntenance