The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1899-10-12

care 10 Jake tine same trip again now,
but know that have never taken
drive since which I have enjoyed one
half so much. The quiet country
road wound in and ont among the
pine woods, past fields OF waving
grain. orchards loaded with fruit, and
the greenest Of green pastures; mp
steep hills and down other steep hills,
and | suppose that some stretches of
that road must have been terribly hot
and dusty, but it was all Joy and
rapture then, and the responsibility
which weighed upon us was too heavy
to admit of any interference by any
possible discomfort.
Still it can scarcely be said that
there was anything out of the way in
| our hitching the horse in the shade
when we came to Willow Creek, while
we took advantage of the opportunity
to go in swimming in the cool, clear
lazily flowing stream; aud, except as
a matter of history, it is of probably
no interest that we stopped at a fine
old farmhouse to ask for drink of
water, and that the dear old lady who
came to the door looked at us over her
| spectacles, just as though she were
our Aunt Susan, aud said, "Well,
now, boys, wouldn't you rather have
good. cool drink of milk?"
/ don't recall what our answer was
exactly, but know that she took two
large blue bowls and went down into
the damp, cool cellar, and-well, it's
n good many years ago now, but even
yet, when want to praise anything
at the table especially high compare
it to the way that cold, sweet, rich,
creamy milk tasted.
But enough of this. We drove
the old horse up to the platform
of Taughsnnock Falls station and
delivered him, in good condition,
into the hands of the old station
master, having made the four miles in
only trife over three hours.
Then we went to see the falls, and
climbed around the glen, and found
five "lucky' stones on the shore of
the lake, and were having rafting
good time, when Ed suddenly re.
marked, in a decisive tone, "We'll
have to start for home now. It's four
miles, and it'll be dark now before we
can walk it.
"Why," said, ''I thought that the
man told us we could ride home on
the cars?"
The commiserating way that Ed
looked at me then haunts me still.
"Well, you are green" he said, with a
stimulation of pity. "Did you believe
that? Why, you have to have tickets
to ride on the cars, and the way you
get tickets is to buy em at the window
with money. All this is is jest piece
of paper. didn't say nothin', but he
couldn't fool me-"
felt good deal chagrined to think
that / should have been taken in So
"But let's get on, any way" L per
sisted. "The conductor can't put us
off until the train has gone little
ways, and then we'll be just so much
nearer home"
This appealed to Ed, and so, wher
the evening express rolled in we stood
waiting on the station platform; aud
don't like to think that it was with
real dishonest intentions that we took
the last seat in the car, because il
would take the conductor longer to
reach us.
When the conductor finally die
enter our car, slammed the door and
called out "Tickets" we were very
apprehensive pair of boys indeed, an q
1 would hate dreadrully to endure
again the suspense which we endured
while he was coming slowly down the
aisle. Ed handed out the paper with
an exceedingly doubtful air. ga man
told us tins would take us to Trumans-
burg" he said family. 81 DOM
know whether it's any good or not
If 'taint you'll have to put us Off
cause we amt got any money"
The conductor glanced at the paper,
and then he looked at it more closely,
and then he put on his glasses and
examined it very carefully indeed
and all of the while we two little boy!
understood perfectly the utmost
meaning OF the good old-fashionet
expression known as "beins
on the ragged edge" Finally
the conductor looked over li'
glasses at us and smiled. He was
very large, fat conductor, with good
natured look aud double chin. "Yor
can bet your life, my boys" he said
"that this paper is very good indeed
This is what it says" and he showed
us the paper as he read to us;