The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1897-08-22

/ My young scapegrace was still await
ing me, putting TRANQUILITY at a fresh
cigar.
/ ''No CO." he said nonchalantly.
Il regret to say that my cOunsels were
rejected" | replied with more severity
in my manner than was in my heart.
/ II thought they would be. And now l
hope you will reconsider your-ah, ex-
cuse me-
The train was slowing into a desolate
little prairie station, and he dashed out
unceremOniously / followed presently to
get a breath of fresh air and to stretch
my legs on the wind-swept platform. l
saw young Roderick in excited converse
with the conductor and the station
agent. and was directed by their gest-
ures TO look back over the long straight
reach of track to the southwark. Far
away on the horizon / made out a small
black cloud, which / took to be the
smoke from the pursuing engine. ! a
moment of abstraction | walked to the
end Of the platform to get better view.
It was most foolish thing to do, and
had speedy cause to regret it. When |
turned again what was my horror to
| presume | should have known better
than to make most undignifed attempt
to overtake it, but l did not; and when l
returned from the breathless and alto
gether unhopeful chase the station agent
was smiling broadly. Then he took
second look at me and DOTTED his cap.
Il beg your reverence's PARDON" he
said, with the unmistakable Milesian ac-
cent. "but wan man always does be
laughin' like man whin another's chas-
in a thrain."
Never mind that" I said shortly.
Glow am l going to get to Lavarock. l
must get there in time for the west
bound train"
That's easier said than done, your
reverence; there'll be no thrain till to-
morrow"
Nevertheless, I must CO." / repeated,
unreasOnably enough, l confess but l
was thinking only of getting back to my
parish.
My man looked up at the plume of
smoke blackening in the southern hori-
zOn. II have it, he said suddenly slap
ping his thigh. ''If your reverence'll not
mind being shook up a thrifle on an en-
CINE"
He darted into the station, and pres
emily the red arm of the semaphore
swung out over the track with a faint
CHATTER as from subterranean machinery.
Five minutes later the pursuing locomo-
tive Numbered up with shrek and a
roar and stopped palpitant under the
Outstretched signal. A short, thick-set
man, coatless, hatless and begrimed with
coaldust and oil until he was scarcely
recognizable, sprang to the platform and
rushed violently at my friend the sta ton
agent.
What in - are You stopping me
for, you -| / omit here and else
where the shocking eXpletives with which
his every sentence was garnished
My man stood his ground bravely.
General orders, Mr.. Bostick, d We see.
The time-card say tin minutes between
thrains. and you're less than that be-
hind No. this blessed second"
The man of wrath consigned the time
card and all things appertaining there
to to the neither depths of an undescrib-
able perdition, with horrifying accom-
paniment of profanity. But my good
friend, the young Irishman, was still
undaunted.
BEG pardon sorr but now you're stop
ped, here's his reverence the holy father
goin' to Lavarock and was wan minute
too late for Number Seven If you
wouldn't mind-it's purgatory that'll be
z-na., fqs laR.- ',rtfc. srrrrrc
day maybe ye'll be wantin' him to-"
The angry man turned upon me with
an oath between his teeth, but he swal-
lowed it in what I took to be some small
measure of Difference for the cloth-the
Roman Catholic cloth.
80, you're one of the 'Paulist fathers.
suppose. Well, climb abroad, and
I'll get you to LavarOck; priest more
or less won't make any difference"
1t was ungracioSs enough, and most