Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1903-05-09

Tyre Of Woman That II Too Wen.
Known to Railway Ticket Sell
ers and the Public.

Ever sec certain type OF woman
buy O railroad ticket? She futters
into the waiting room six minutes be-
fore train time. She carries q grip,
three paper bags, q hand satchel, an
umbrella and handkerchief. She pre-
sents herself at the ticket window,
says the New York Press, and cries:
"Give me ticket, pleased" And she
nervously dumps all her possessions
In Q heap on the window ledge and
dives in her pocketbook for money.
The ticket seller glances coldly AT
her. She looks at him unthinkingly,
wondering why she doesn't get the
ticket. Finally she says:
Twill you please give me my ticket"
Without relaxing or changing his
expression, the man says:
"Where tor"
30, 1 forgot! I want to go to Hum
drum. There's lots of time, isn't
there?" And her voice becomes anx-
ious. She hurls bundle of uncounted
bills through the window, and then
snaps her purse, hangs it at her side
and begins to tap the floor inpatient
" with her foot. The man deliberately
selects the pasteboard, scans 1t close
ly, reads it all over and on both sides,
and then he brings rubber stamp
down on it, punches it slowly and
methodically, counts the money, to do
which he has to separate the bills, that
are in lumpy mass. Then he puuhes
the ticket through the window. The
woman grabs it, sweeps all her belong
mgs in both arms and makes run for
the train track.
"Hey!" calls the ticket seller through
his grating.
She doesn't hear, but the "Hey" Is
passed along until one of the porters
touches her on the arm. She cries
"O!" rushes back and gazes eagerly at
the ticket seller.
"You didn't give me mychange!"s she
gasps.
He hands her the money. This time
she counts it, laying umbrella, parcels
and other truck in front of the window
while she does so, causing line Of
waiting people to glare at her and
dance nervously, fearing they will miss
their trains.
"All aboard for Humdrum!" sings
out the station master, and with q
shrek she runs for the gate. But .
grinning porter has been watching her,
and he picks up umbrella, parcels and
other truck, and after a short sprint
reaches her and thrusts her belongings
upon her.
She looks at them as ifshe never saw
them before, but concludes to let her
grasp close on them, although she
darts severe look at the gallant por-
ter. Suddenly, three feet from the
train gate, she stops as if she were shot
and clutches wildly at her skirt, drop
ping her umbrella, which an old gen
tleman picks up for her.
She opens her purse in great excite
ment and begins to tremble and shake
as she dives first in this pocket, then
that, finally turning her gloves inside
out.
But the gateman knows thing or
two. He grins to the policeman by his
side and then calls out to the woman;
"It's in your mouth" Up goes her
hand and sheclutches the ticket, press
es it into the hand of the gate man, slips
through just in time and finally gets
seated, out Of breath, heart palpitat-
ing, cheeks flushed and umbrella stick
ing point up. AS she sinks into a seat,
her property dropping around her, she
says to the nearest passenger:
SIS this the train for Humdrumf"