Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1897-10-11
A Newspaper Man In Trouble.

No power on earth can induce us to
reveal the identity of the unfortunate
young man. but the public deserves to
know how he got into trouble and mad
occasion to repent in sack cloth anu
ashes" The young man, who Is city
editor of one of the several evening
papers printed in this city, had deter
mined to take his wife to her old home
in Norridgewock, that town will do as
well as any other for present purposes,
and passing Sunday with relatives. 1t
was proposed to take the Scoot to OAK
land and then the Somerset road TO
Norridgewock The husband and wife
went to the Maine Central station at
about AIS. The husband bought the
tickets and placed his wife aboard the
train and then went out upon the plat
form to converse with acquaintance.
This proved to be fatal to the scheme
to visit the Somerset town, for when
the editor had finished his talk and
looked around for his train it was fast
disappearing under the overhead
bridge at the lower end of the yard.
His wife was on the train and he was
on the platform. There was no doubt
of that, nor was there any doubt that
he had the tickets. AS it is generally
supposed that editors wives never have
any money, our readers can easily inn
agine, if such was the case in this in
stance, what a predicament the lady
was in. In his distress, the poor editor
rushed to his friend and confidant,
Billy" the telegraph operator, and
poured out his tale of woe. BILLY"
,,o,f f,,r
Oakland, and Mr.. BODICE will bring her
back, if you say So"
Say so, of course I say so. You
don't suppose l want my wife to stay
out in Oakland over Sunday, do you?"
"Oh, WELL" said Billy, I'VE will fix
that all right"
But how are we going to get to Nor
ridgewock to stay over Sunday"
enquired the now desperate man, who
was thinking of the pumpkin pies that
his mother used to make and of the
other good things that he knew were
waiting for the visitors that would not
come that night
You might charter special train or
walk" said the knight of the electric
key, as he winked the off eye and went
out to hang up a signal to stop for
orders.
Up and down the platform, for the
poor fellow who was now getting torrid
around the chin had gone out to get
the atmosphere, the victim of circum-
stances and railroads that do not send
out cards of invitation when the trains
start. walked. He muttered under his
breath and over his breath, he said
things that are the most appropriate
when you pound your thumb or kick
hat with a brick in it, he compro-
missed his religious position by even
daring to think real bad things about
himself. He had never been charged
with being swift, but he never had been
guilty of being so slow before.
After the time usually taken for the
return of the Scoot had passed and the
train began to enter the lower end
of the yard his heart went pit-a-pat in
expectancy. Had his wife borrowed
five" and gone on or had she been re-
turned to his waiting arms and rag
ing heart? That was the question
which was soon settled when Conduc-
tor BODICE politely handed from the car
lady that was Enthusiastically his wife
Then nothing was left but to return
to common everyday baked beans
from the baker and to sulk it out over
Sunday