Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1898-03-01
WOMAN GOING TO PAUL SMITHS.

clted TO the Verge of Riot and Blood
.hed.
NV York sun.
somewhere up in the Adirondacks,
where the mercury is low and the
snow is high, there is a big woman
with a powerful voice, who nearly ex
,ted car full OF patient passengers
70 riot and bloodshed last Tuesday
night. They We're on the Montreal
sleeper, and when they were finally
f-rced to crawl out OF their berths
rbey proved to be a bleared-eyed set
ot travellers. The men went into the
smoking compartment and swore
ioHlly, and the women simply glared
III lie big woman who had disturbed
hem.
THE train had been delayed because
ot the heavy snowstorm, and when
f. pulled into Albany every one in the
seeping car bound for Montreal had
re-lred. and the sounds of regular
deem breathing that came from be-
mind the curtains indicated that it was
D sleeping car i'll fact as well as in
name. Half a minute after the train
s-oDped one of the doors was opened
With a slam and an unnecessarily
loud female voice awoke the sleepers
With the question:
Does this car go to Paul Smiths
station"
comparison of experience later
showed that each sleeper awoke with
the impression that this question had
hsan shouted into his or her ear. AS
a matter of fact it was aimed at the
porter, and he replied in a low tone:
Yes. madam, it does
The curtains on both sides were VIC
iently agitatad as the owner of the
voice made her way down to the last
section in the car, and then came the
question:
Does this car stop at Paul
smiths station?'
Mes, madam answered the porter,
Are you sure Of that?''
Mes, madam
Then came the sound of falling bun
hes first a heavy bag, then an UNI
brella a lot OF small packages that
battered like rain and a final crash that
might have been maze by big bird
cage. Hoping that the worst was over
the other passengers settled down to
coax sleep when a bell in the porter's
room rang loudly. The porter re-
sponded and The Voice, louder than
before said:
Porter this car is not ventilated"
Yes, it is, madam.
Are you sure that it is properly
ventiated?"
Yes. madam
"Oh, damn the ventilation. Go to
Sleep said a voice at the other end of
the car.
1T doesn't seem to me-" said the
Voice. as if it were ventilated at all. :"
Silence for five minutes.
Are you late tonight" said The
Voice with renewed vigor
Yes madam, said the porter, soft
Il.
"Oh, dear, How late are you?"
cone hour and fifty minutes"
But | want to go to Paul Smiths
station. Can't you hurry up little"
No, madam
man with hair all over his face
stuck his head out of the window be-
tween the curtains of his berth and
scowled. The owner Of The Voice
didn't notice him. For the next hour
and a half she talked loudly to the
porter whenever she could capture
him, and twice she worked ner way
down the full length of the car and
back disarranging all the berth cur
tans as she squeezed by. Angry muir
murs were heard behind the curtains
Then came the voice of the porter
making up her section and the creak-
ing. as if a heavy body had strained
the berth. This was followed by quiet
Tor just two hours. The other passen-
gers settled themselves down to make
lip for lost time, and some of them Gld
find sleep again. Others rolled around
in impotent rage. Again there was n
loud noise at the end of the car where
The Voice was, and when me porter
arrived it said:
Have You passed Paul Smiths sta
tion?'
No, madam, it is only 4 o'clock and
we shall not get there uaJl about
130"
Well ! am not going to take any
risk. | am going to get Up, Young
man, and if it is convenient you may
bring me a sandwich and d cup OF cof-
fee"
again. The owner of The Voice bad
got up and with a lot of unnecessary
noise dressed herself. The coffee and
sandwich arrived, and to the porter
she said
you viii let me know before we get
to my station. won't you?"
Yes. madam"
rs the train still late?
es, madam.
viii it get to Paul Smiths sta
tion28
Yes. madame"
That is where | am going"
I'VE ali know it, madam" said the
man in the berth at the other end OF
the car
There was no more sleep for anyone
on board. When The Voice wasn't cau-
tiouing the porter to announce Paul
Smiths station half an hour in adj
vance. it was ordering sandwiches, II
il was convenient for the porter to get
them
One by one the other passengers
cawled out of their berths, though it
was still dark. and each one observed
the owner of The Voice closely. She
proved to be a middle-aged woman OF
big size and large appetite. Her bags
and bundles filled tbs seat opposite.
The porter wanted her TO get ready
when the train was within 25 miles OF
her station. This was several hours
after she had begun her breakfast.
Ten minutes from the station he waru-
ed her again and when the train stop