The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-02-21

tie spell. You come acrost and sit with
me-Ihere's q seat next to mine. You re
all wore out
Yes, oh, yes. the young mother was
all wore out" and the chance to rest
her arms was sorely needed. More
over, Miss Sarahs face was a plain in
dex to her kind old heart. With a sigh
OF relief the young mother surrendered
her uneasy burden and followed with
her bags across the room to Bismarck.
But your train-you might miss it,
she said as they sat down. Miss Sarah
smiled and handled the baby.
I'm going to stay all day" Miss
Sarah said with gentle finality.
oh" smiled the other. a little puz-
zled but treasured. That's a longer
wait than mine; but, mercy. II seems
as if I'd been here all day. I've got an
hour more"
Have you had anything to eat?-
no breakfast? And been travelling all
night Well. now. you go get you a
nice cup O. tea this minute. I'll be
right here when you come back, an
the baby, too 1 shouldn't be a mite
surprised if he dropped off to sleep
The young mother turned impulsive-
ly. Il guess you've had plenty of ba-
bies of your own" she said and won
dered at the sudden dimming of the
radiance in Miss Saraf's eyes. The OLD
face descended suddenly to the level of
the tiny new face and the faded cheek
touched softly the little, round, cool
one.
No" Miss Sarah sighed gently, but
I've had plenty of other folks. Other
folks have been real good to me. If
you can't have your own that's next
best, my dear"
Trains came and went. The hustle
was delightful TO travel-hungry Miss
Sarah, and the raucous, strained voice
of the train announcer WIS music in her
ears. After the young mother and the
baby went away she cast about her
for new acquaintance for Miss Sarah
could not exist frlendless for even d
day. A lorn young maiden going off
on her first quest for independence and
hard earned experiences. a raw youth
in the awkward consciousness of his
first long trousers. a frightened old
woman, a garrulous old man-Miss Sa-
rah got acquainted with them all in a
gentle, Miss Sarah way. All their lit
tie stories opened to her and made in
teresting pages in her book of great
days. THE Experiences of Traveller"
it might aptly be called, and this would
be the twelfth chapter.
Bismarck" whispered Miss Sarah
into the chinks of the big basket, I'm
having a beautiful time, aren't you?
And we've got a whole half day left
Well eat our dinner soon's the Scared
Old Womans train comes. I've got TO
see she gets on all right 1t must be
hard travelling when you amt used to
it"
Miss Sarah was used to it. The con-
fusion and clatter and din of voices
only set her pulses beating little fast
er than usual; she was serenely I'M
afraid. The hard seats were ''flowery
beds of ease" to Miss Sarah. The slow
hands of the great station clock moved
too fast for her.
This is the Montreal through ex-
press. Bismarck. that's coming. Hear
the man calling it out-stop puTring and
listeni You think of Montreal. Sup
posing we-Bismarck, it's almost like
going on it, You and me and the va
lise-'
Miss Sarah had ecstatic mental vi
sions. Her old eyes cleaned. She had
been in the same way to New York, to
Boston-to uttermost parts. In one
great day one can, If rightly minded,
20 so far. Miss Sarah was rightly
minded.
The family was on the through ex-
press. but. it would seem, not going
through. Miss Sarah watched it alight
on the platform. member by member.
She counted excitedly. Nine!
Nine. Bismarck! That's beautiful
never remember nine before There's a
mother and aunt or nurse or some
thing and the rests dear little chill
dren. They're coming toward our
seat"
Babies and baggage, they slowed
themselves in a long row beginning
beside Miss Sarah. Into the very next
seat to her sank the mother of many