Year: 1873

Mr.. Quod, a literary gentleman


connected with the Detroit FREE Pres


recently took charge of lady on n


railroad car, aud gives the following
account Of the pleasure Of bis Jour
ney iic says. Many men think %
irailread journey rendered really pleas
ant by the companionship Of really


unprotected female. She insisted on


counting her bandbox and travelling


bag as we got seated She counted
There were just two. / counted,
and made no more or less. Then she


wanted her parasol put into the rack,


her shawl folded up, and her bandbox


counted again countedit. There


was just exactly one bandbox Of it.


As we got started she wanted TO


know if was sure we were on the


right road to Detroit. / was sure


Then she wanted her travelling bag


counted. | counted it once more.


BY this time she wanted the window


up, and asked me ifit was not very


hot day. ] said it was Then she


felt for her money and foan it safe,


though she was sure she had lost il


While counting it she related how


Mrs. Graf, in going East five years
ago, lost her purse and three dollars.
She wound up by asking me if it was
not a very hot day. | said it was.
Then she wanted that bandbOx count
ed. and ! counted him. He was still
one bandbox. There was a pause OF
five minutes, and then she wanted
drink. | got it for her Then she
wanted to know if We were On the
right road to Detroit 1 assured her
that was positive Of the fact The
brakeman here called out the name Of
a station in such an indistinct man
ncr that the lady wanted me to go
and see what the name really was.
| went. 1t was Calumet. She
wanted to know if was sure it was
Calumet, and l put my hand on my
sacred heart and assured her that
would perish rather than deceive her.


BY this time she wanted the trav-
cling bag counted, and counted her.
She figured up as before. | had Just
finished counting when she wanted
to know if didn't think it was hot
day. | told her did We got along
very well for the next half hour, as /
got her to narrating a story about
how she got lost in the woods eigh-
teen years lefore, but as she finished
It she wanted to know if / was sure
we were on the right road to Detroit.
told her that | hoped to perish with
the liars If we were not, and she was
satisfied The parasol fell down she
wanted me TO change a ten cent piece,
and the window had to 90 down.
When we got down 10 Marshall she
wanted to know if the place wasn't
named after court martial, and wheth-
it wasn't barely possible that the sta
ton was Niles, instead Of Marshall
The bandbox was counted again, and
be was just one. Then the window
was up, and she asked me il, in my
JplbItu ~ W dod q uOt va AC-
piled that it was. Then she related
u story about her uncle, another about
& young lady who had been deaf for
several years During the day i
counted that bandbox three hundred
times, raised the window thirty times,
said it was hot day until my tongue
was blistered, arranged that parasol
twenty-one times, got her sixteen
drinks of water, and inquired the
names of thirteen stations She said
it was so nice to have q man in whom
a stranger could place confidence, and
| dared not reply, for tear of bring
ing out another story. When we
reached Detroit, | counted the things
over three times, helped her off the
ears, got her hack, directed her to
a hotel, told her the street, price,
name of the landlord, head waiter,
porter and cook assured her she
would not be robbed or murdered;
that it had been q hot day that De
troit hack drivers were honest and
obliging Poor woman, | hope the
landlord did not get ont of patience
with her artless way."