The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-12-03
Conducted By martba Young

ip the Day Coach. one would have miss ed the sight of that social old couple who got on at Hitching Post and off at Horse Block. Such a fine face had the old man!
 One knew that wind and weather and labor marking his face ahd met tenn and sound as a winter apple.
 His eye and hand were firm. His loss of teeth had but given a firmer closing to his kindly old mouth. He wore a good store-bought. fresh hat.
 His wife. black and white sun bonnet. They were asking the trainmen. conductor, f1agman, all about certain Ryder killed in a wreck or mine dis aster. I did not gather which. All were interested. One asked along tho route md learned the dead mans initials. Yes. he must have been the long, lost nephew.
 He had lived with the old couple. There were five brothers. All had l died by some violent accident or by disaster.
 At station farther on was somehow picked up the man swho had helped dig the dead man from the debris. With shoulders hunched with labor and toll roughened face, he told all he | knew of his lost companion. | Was he wicked?" asked the old man.
 | NO. not to say wicked. He was a mighty good worker" | ''Oh. he was always that" 1 There was a wife whom the com panion knew. Addresses were to be exchanged, and the widow was to write to the old folks lover in Georgy" when they were at home.
 1 History of how many lives opened up on the Day Coach. l Then the Housekeeper. Pre-emi- nently the Housekeeper in a minute community. Imperial her power in her pantry and around her crurn. | Well-dressed for the city visit in custom made turban hat and serge gown.
 "A. widow thirty-one years. and if she lived so long widow thirty-one more.'' she announced to the crowd gathered to enter the Day Coach at the junction of the branch roads,
 We did not doubt it. ss
 The only wonder is that women of her type are not born widows with House to Keep. and small substantial means with which to keep 1t.
 How contracting to her importance was the touch of the outside world. How, striving to preserve her com munity-recognized imperial state, she puffed and swelled at each unwelcome touch.
 She paced the aisle with reddened face:
 If there ain't no seat for me reck- on can board the next car and go home!"
 l She defended her unattached bag
 AA1A f. case and holds more, always say
 She resented the delays.
 If she'd known these trains did not make connection at Cross Roads nor Old Junction they would never
 have got her of from home"
 Who were they?
 And why must such potent factors in
 their small world ever leave their place
 of regal estate?
 How pervading this personality
 would be at a neighborhood funeral
 How competent at a community camp
 meeting. How fiushingly (for one
 could not call her wholesome redness
 blushing) she would serve out old worn
 witticisms at wedding in the precinct Why need she make excursions into the world to feel the pressure of hei own smallness momentarily and vel never to see far enough to realize how small is the very world itself?
 Poor soul, the last I saw of her sht
 was puffing and swelling and reckoning
 on her route across depot spaces tC make another connection.
 There is always the gay group oi
 girls who have one man to make fur
 for all, while one recreases his hat and another twiddles with his cane. There
 is the timid old lady bold with the com polling call to go to Mary and the chil' dren whom we all love to help on hei way.
 Then the girl with the chrysanthe' .. nuns oyer whose brightness the con- ductor, the fiagman and the brakeman all must stop and have speech. The well-groomed man to whom the day coach is unusual enough to be q , novelty.
 ! The nice clean featured fellow, clear. eyed and middle-aged who we know makes his family glad and proud every , time he comes home. Even on board Is the country brid' , and groom eating chicken and biscuits , from a basket with the look on thei ! faces of tasting of ambrosia annie : waits of airs of Already. Silly, too. Nor is ever absent the funny fellov who cracks his jokes and looks al |. around the coach and gathers a good natured audience who smile at his en
 deavors to enliven even when hi = points prove dull.
 Oh, there Is much to De seen an :, heard on the Day Coach. But happ = moment when, the Branch Road strike the through line. and the good com
 fort of Pullman and Dining Car glide o Into sight.
 ;, The Sleeping Car. It is the seclusion of the Sleepin = Car that the traveller enjoys. Not ex
 elusive, but seclusive it is. Anybod
 can go therein, but everybody doesn'
 There are always empty seats, and
 whole compartment for yourself book
 and appurtenances is worth something
 If the traveller has the good forum
 to know no one on the car then h
 tastes some of the sweet seclusion (
 the deep forests, wide plains, vas
 mountains themselves as he goes whir