The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-09-04
Human Nature, Stuay A. 7he Parcel Wlna0zv Of q Connf,.y Stat1on All Sorts and Conditions of People Asking Questions Suede Shoes to Roast Beef Transported Hither-Good
 Tempered Must Be the Station Man
 Or He Is Lost
By DOLLY DALRYMPLE.

to even promise to come down here for the rest of the summer I'll tell you how I happened to get this one. I went in town last week and went to the intelli- gence bureau, and there I found most affable, agreeable gentleman who said he had just the sort of girl I was looking for. She was accordingly dispatched and arrived, looking very clean and neat and capable She didn't ask how many were in the family, nor what wages I paid, nor if we had 6 o'clock dinner. or how many days she was allowed off. She seemed simply delighted at the prospect of be- ing at a summer resort and so I thought of course she would be here today as she promised.'
 This soliloquy she delivered as dozens us waited to ask the station man just one simple little question
 'I wish I could help, man." said the station man.
 Well, you can, was the reply. 'Tf you see nice, high-bred mulatto girl wander ing around on the platform looking for some one, just send her to Mrs. Lucius Quintius. Cincinnattus Jones. at Lone some-hurst and merit my eternal grati- tude."
 "As the station man made a solemn VOW to perform this trivial service, a third woman rushed up and demanded:
 My wash is lost. What have you done with 1t? We haven't had clean dolly on the table since Saturday al luncheon, and it's all the fault of this old place here I sent down for the laundry Saturday afternoon, but the parcel window was closed and a stray wanderer told the er- rand boy you had gone up to the springs. A pretty way to do business said the irate lady.
 Madam, I think you were misin- formed" said the kindly station man. I've have office hours just like any other hu- man beings, and if you sent here after we were closed, then it was not my fault"
 "Oh, of course. I didn't mean that" said she apologeticaly, realizing what 1t would mean to fall out with the station man. "But I was so harrassed over it. You are always so n-i-c-e about every thing, and if you see bundle of laundry, whether 1t has my name on 1t or not, please send 1t up to my cottage.
 Think of the trials and tribulations of station man. I dep1ored.
 'They are worse than policeman's or census man's.'
 "Indeed they are." said my friend. Tt was too funny to study the different types. The next one who arrived was a quiet little Blue Mouse of a girl. who coquettishly put her head to one side and looking up at the Station Man, with the most killing of glances said:
 :" My suede shoes were to have come by express several days ago and I am so disappointed that they are not here. I couldn't dance the Barn on Satur- day evening because they hadn't come, and please, MT. Station Man. won't you look them up for me-.
 With the greatest pleasure said the obliging agent. So sorry you couldn't dance on Saturday evening because I think you are such a graceful little fairy and I always watch you and like to see you dance.'
 "And before you could say Jack Rob- inson,' the station man had produced the tiny little bundle containing the suede shoes-which apparently were no larger than a dolls shoes, but of far vaster i'm