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

sir? No? Right be lind "
There is nothing, unless, perhaps, tho
English language, more terrible than
the workings of an English railway line
But an instant before it seemed as
though we were going to spend all eter-
nifty at Framlynghame Admiral, ana
now was watching the tail of the train
disappear round the curve of the cut
ting.
Yet l was not alone. On the one
bench of the down platform sat the
largest navy l 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 Remarked
also internally with streaks of blue gray
sediment. Before him, hand on his
shoulder, stood the doctor, and as |
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, I'm comfortable enough, "
said the navy. "Never felt better in
my life "
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
stutf's due in about five minutes, but
there's heap Of him. l don't see how
we can make him take exercise -
For the moment l felt as though seven
pounds of crushed ice had been neatly
applied in the form of II compress to my
lower stomach.
''How-how did you manage it?" l
gasped
II asked him if he'd have 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 PEG
pie you Britishors are. That train
gone, and no one seemed to care cent. "
We've missed it, " said He looked
at me curiously.
well get another before SHUTDOWN,
if that's your only trouble. Say, porter,
when's the next train DOWN.?
CtN6u -uN6p bdlNl lu6 OIlt pOT-
ter and passed out through the wicket
gate into the landscape. 1t was then
$3.50 of hot and sleepy afternoon. The
station was absolutely deserted. The
navy had closed his eyes and now nod
ded.
THAT'S bad said the doctor 1.-THE
man, 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 a 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 its
most obscure derivatives. His coat and
bag lay ON the bench next to the sleeper.
Thither he edged cautiously, and saw
treachery in his eye.
What devil Of delay possessed him to
slip ON his spring overcoat 1 cannot
tell. They say a slight noise rouses
sleeper more surely than a heavy one,
and scarcely had the doctor settled him
self in his sleeves than the giant walked
and seized that silk faced collar in a
hot right hand. There was rage in his
face-rage and the realization Of new
emotions.
"I'm-I'm not 80 comfortable as
were, he said from the deeps Of his
interior. You'll wait along O. me, you
will" He breathed heavily through
shut lips.
/ Now, if there was one thing more
than another upon which the doctor had
dwelt 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
something and come out again empty.
He won't kill you" 1 said. He'll
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 its work. the doctor answered,
I'm all right. If he doesn't, 80 =
my name is Emory-Julian B. Emory
1913 Steenth street, corner of Madison
and -"
II feel worse than I've ever felt, Z"
said the NAVY, with suddenness.
"What- did-you- give me the
drink-for?"
The matter seemed to be so purely
personal that withdrew TO a 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 suob place existed,
till Z 40. The bell Of church invisible
clanked softly. There was a rustic in
the horse chestnuts to the left Of the
line and the sound Of sheep cropping
close.
The peace of Nirvana lay upon the
land, and bTooding in it, my elbow on
the warm iron girder of the footbridge
lit is a 40 shilling fine to cross by any
other means), perceived as never be-
fore how the consequences OF our acts
run eternal through time and through
Ipaoe. If we impinge never so slightly
upon the life of a fellow mortal, the
touch of our personality, like the ripple
of a stone cast into q pond, widens and