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Under The Train.

UNDER THE TRAIN .

" Did you ever hear hoiv I got my Avife , Will ? " inquired John Abbott , as that little lady left us after supper to put some of the young ones to bed . " No , I never heard , John , " I replied , " IIOAV was it t toll me !"

It was a bright little room in Avhich Ave Avere seated , and the . fierce snow-storm rattling , against the windows ,, made us appreciate all the more the fire of Cumberland coal gloAving in the grate . I had not seen John for many years until the fearful

storm , still raging , had prevented the further progress of the train , and forced me to accept his hospitality . To be sure , it was no hardship to spend a couple of days Avith the generous-hearted felloAV , but just at this timeAvhen my ladlove Avas

Avail-, y ing for meat the end of the road , it seemed an insult to ask me to be satisfied with anything less than her dear self , and no doubt the impression still remains on Mrs . Abbott ' s mind , whom I now saw for . the first time , that I was a very surly fellow .

John stretched himself out lazily in his arm-chair , put some tobacco in his pipe , and began—Well ,-it was about twelve years ago , when I was engineer on the Tiger , that I met my ivife . We had stopped at Marl ' s

crossing to get water , and while we were waiting , I sauntered into the little waitingroom that was kept there for the accommodation of passengers . The person ivho had it in charge was the widow of old Charlie Greenand one of the best women

, I ever knew . She was a . motherly old creatine , so that nobody ever thought of keeping anything from her , and she hadn't been there a week before she knew it was

the secret ambition of Tom Bradley ' s soul to run the line , and that Ned Long was silently enduring agonies , lest the company should find out that he was in liquor the time ivhen he ran his engine off the track . I had several times executed little commissions for hersuch as bringing her down

, needles and tlrread , and getting the glasses re-set in her spectacles , which Reub King knocked out when he tried to kiss her , and so I was a prime favourite of hers . No sooner , then , did she see me than she trotted . forward and said :

" John , there ' s a poor creature in there crying fit to wash her eyes out because some villain picked her pocket on the road , and the conductor put her off at this place because she had no ticket . Now , John , won't you get her through ? She wants to

go to R , where her husband is at work . Now , you ivill , Avon't you 1 " and the old woman looked just as interested as if it Avas for herself she Avas begging . " Let me see her myself , first , " said I , "before I promise" and she let go of my

, arm and Avalked along hi front of me , looking just as well satisfied as if the Avoman Avas already on her way rejoicing to her husband .

I always did have a soft heart—even my stepmother gave me credit for that ; and I must confess to a twinge of pain when I saw the little woman crouched down on the sofa in a dark corner of the room , with her face buried hi her hands . " Madam" said Iin as soft tones as it

, , was possible for me to utter , , " Mrs . Green tells me your pocket ivas picked on the road . Will you let me see if I ,, can be of any service to you ?" . She raised her tear-stained face to mine , and after an involuntary start at its

blackness—for Ave had been out on the road three days—probably encouraged by Mrs . Green ' s hearty advice of " that ' s a dear ! just tell Mm . and he'll fix it all ri ght , " she aiisivered-. " It is just as the lady says . I had scarcely time to reach the trainand

, could not stop to buy a ticket , and Avhen I searched for my pocket-book , to pay the conductor , it Avas gone Of course as I had neither ticket nor money , he put me off at the . first station Ave came to , Avhich was this . "

. " Where do you AVISII to go to f I inquired , AAdien she concluded . " To -, " she replied . " My husband is employed there , and I Avas going to him , for I fear he is ill , as he lias not Avritten for some time ; but now I know not what to doas I can- neither go forward nor

, backward without money . " "What is your husband ' s namel" I inquired . " Charlie Shafer . Perhaps you ; know him ? " she inquired , as a faint gleam of recognition passed over my face .

I nodded my head , for I did indeed know . him ; . a good-looking , good-hearted fellow , whose , one only fault , / was , a , love of B B 2

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Monthly Masonic Summary. Article 1
OUR GRAND MASTER. Article 2
THE OLD MASONIC POEM. Article 3
BYE-LAWS OF MILLTARY LODGES. Article 4
THE NEW MORALITY, 1874. Article 6
ROOKSTONE PRIORY. Article 7
THE HISTORY OF FREEMASONRY IN RUSSIA. Article 12
SERMON BY THE REV. H. W. KEMP, B.A., P.P.G.O., Article 14
THE OLD TILER. Article 16
SYMBOLISMS OF THE APRON. Article 16
THE MASON'S WIFE. Article 17
OUR LATE BRO. WM. CARPENTER. Article 17
UNDER THE TRAIN. Article 19
AN APRIL SERMON. Article 22
LANGUAGE. Article 22
ST. VINCENT. Article 24
WELCOMBE HILLS, STRATFORD-ON-AVON. Article 27
TROY. Article 27
LECTURE BY BRO. EMRA HOLMES ON " TOM HOOD." Article 31
THE FOOTSTEPS OF DECAY. Article 32
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Under The Train.

UNDER THE TRAIN .

" Did you ever hear hoiv I got my Avife , Will ? " inquired John Abbott , as that little lady left us after supper to put some of the young ones to bed . " No , I never heard , John , " I replied , " IIOAV was it t toll me !"

It was a bright little room in Avhich Ave Avere seated , and the . fierce snow-storm rattling , against the windows ,, made us appreciate all the more the fire of Cumberland coal gloAving in the grate . I had not seen John for many years until the fearful

storm , still raging , had prevented the further progress of the train , and forced me to accept his hospitality . To be sure , it was no hardship to spend a couple of days Avith the generous-hearted felloAV , but just at this timeAvhen my ladlove Avas

Avail-, y ing for meat the end of the road , it seemed an insult to ask me to be satisfied with anything less than her dear self , and no doubt the impression still remains on Mrs . Abbott ' s mind , whom I now saw for . the first time , that I was a very surly fellow .

John stretched himself out lazily in his arm-chair , put some tobacco in his pipe , and began—Well ,-it was about twelve years ago , when I was engineer on the Tiger , that I met my ivife . We had stopped at Marl ' s

crossing to get water , and while we were waiting , I sauntered into the little waitingroom that was kept there for the accommodation of passengers . The person ivho had it in charge was the widow of old Charlie Greenand one of the best women

, I ever knew . She was a . motherly old creatine , so that nobody ever thought of keeping anything from her , and she hadn't been there a week before she knew it was

the secret ambition of Tom Bradley ' s soul to run the line , and that Ned Long was silently enduring agonies , lest the company should find out that he was in liquor the time ivhen he ran his engine off the track . I had several times executed little commissions for hersuch as bringing her down

, needles and tlrread , and getting the glasses re-set in her spectacles , which Reub King knocked out when he tried to kiss her , and so I was a prime favourite of hers . No sooner , then , did she see me than she trotted . forward and said :

" John , there ' s a poor creature in there crying fit to wash her eyes out because some villain picked her pocket on the road , and the conductor put her off at this place because she had no ticket . Now , John , won't you get her through ? She wants to

go to R , where her husband is at work . Now , you ivill , Avon't you 1 " and the old woman looked just as interested as if it Avas for herself she Avas begging . " Let me see her myself , first , " said I , "before I promise" and she let go of my

, arm and Avalked along hi front of me , looking just as well satisfied as if the Avoman Avas already on her way rejoicing to her husband .

I always did have a soft heart—even my stepmother gave me credit for that ; and I must confess to a twinge of pain when I saw the little woman crouched down on the sofa in a dark corner of the room , with her face buried hi her hands . " Madam" said Iin as soft tones as it

, , was possible for me to utter , , " Mrs . Green tells me your pocket ivas picked on the road . Will you let me see if I ,, can be of any service to you ?" . She raised her tear-stained face to mine , and after an involuntary start at its

blackness—for Ave had been out on the road three days—probably encouraged by Mrs . Green ' s hearty advice of " that ' s a dear ! just tell Mm . and he'll fix it all ri ght , " she aiisivered-. " It is just as the lady says . I had scarcely time to reach the trainand

, could not stop to buy a ticket , and Avhen I searched for my pocket-book , to pay the conductor , it Avas gone Of course as I had neither ticket nor money , he put me off at the . first station Ave came to , Avhich was this . "

. " Where do you AVISII to go to f I inquired , AAdien she concluded . " To -, " she replied . " My husband is employed there , and I Avas going to him , for I fear he is ill , as he lias not Avritten for some time ; but now I know not what to doas I can- neither go forward nor

, backward without money . " "What is your husband ' s namel" I inquired . " Charlie Shafer . Perhaps you ; know him ? " she inquired , as a faint gleam of recognition passed over my face .

I nodded my head , for I did indeed know . him ; . a good-looking , good-hearted fellow , whose , one only fault , / was , a , love of B B 2

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