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ROMANCE IN A RAILWAY
nr EMILY GCIWITS.
(For The Courier.)
There are many lees interesting
ways of paBmg a couple of hours than
in waiting for a train in a large railway
station. It was our fortune to hare
this experience a few weeks ago, and
material enough for a whole shelf full
of novela presented itself with the
rapidity of views in a kaleidoscope.
The crowd was continually shifting;
trains came up and stopped at the eta.
tion, then rent on their way again,
thus playing their part in tho restless,
throbbing pulse of life.
While looking at the crowd of people
going their various ways, each with his
individual plans and ambitions, it was
easy to realize that the world is unset
tled, that nothing is fixed or stable,
and that change is the inevitable fate
We particularly noticed an old, de
crepit woman who had evidently come
half an hour too early for the train she
expected to meet, doubtless thinking
the time would pass more quickly if
she vere once at the station. But all
the weary waiting was forgotten when
the train finally came, and a merry,
rosy-cheeked girl came hurrying
through the door, holding up her lips
to be kissed in much the same manner
that an animated cherry would offer it
Belf to an audacious robin. Several
emcll .children in different stages of
weariness and irrepreeeibility; mothers
with corresponding degrees of indif
ference and despair; Bcbool children
skipping between the seats, and a group
of high school girls who had come to
see one of their number safely on the
train, were among the centres of at
traction. One middle-aged woman,
"poor but respectable," was of the in
quisitive sort, insisting on entering into
conversation with every one in the sta
tion, whether they so desired or not. At
last she settled herself in the vacant
seat by our side: "Not a very pleasant
day, is it?" "No." "Unpleasant wait
ing, isn't it?" "Yes." "Where did you
say you were going?" "I didn't say."
Whereupon she stalked to another seat
and remained a monument of offended
dignity during the remainder of the
Finally a .young man and woman
came into the station who were im
mediately spotted as bride and groom.
She was one of the proverbial, white
veiled kind, one of the clinging, confid
ing brides who blushed and looked
prettily confused every time her youth
ful husband spoke to her. As for the
husband, he looked at her much as an
elephant might have looked at a canary
bird, if one had come in its way. When
the train arrived, this couple occupied
a seat directly in front of ours, and
their conversation verified our suspi
cion of their being newly married.
Presently a young man came in from
another car and stopped to speak to
the couple, evidently surprised to see
them traveling together.
"Jack, this is my wife," said the
groom. "Accept "my congratulations,"
said Jack. "When did it happen?"
"Wednesday," replied the bride. After
a few minutes conversation Jack left
the car, when the groom said meditat
ively, "It seems like a dream to look
back where we've been, to see all the
people we saw every day and yet not
A Pitiful Story.
We were sitting together on the porch,
a party of seven or eight, and the rays
from the electric light on the corner
fell softly over our bright and happy
"Speaking of going fishing," said one
of the gentlemen, "I must tell you
about a little experience I had at Al
gonac a few weeks ago. I had been
fishing all day, and my basket was
nearly filled with good-sized pickerel
and perch, when I caught a fish of eo
fine and large proportions that I
thought it a shame for it to meet the
fate of an ordinary fish, and resolved to
keep it alive and try Eome experiments
on it. I took it home and put it in
water, and In a couple of days it was as
well and frisky as ever. I then con
ceived the idea o! teaching it to live
out of water, and lowered the water in
the tub every day until at last the fish's
back was out of water. This did not
appear to affect the health or happiness
of the fish, and I continued lowering
the water until it entirely disappeared,
and the fish was living and breathing
as if it never had had a closer acquaint
ance with the aqueous fluid.
I then began to teach it tricks. I
taught it to jump over a stick, and to
follow me like a little dog. One after
noon I started out to take a walk, and
the fish Hopped along after me, ap
parently enjoying the exercise as much
as myself. After a few minutes' walk
I came to a bridge in which there were
several large cracks. I went over it
and along for some distance, when all
of a sudden I noticed that the fish was
not following me as usual. I went back
to look for it, and found that it had
fallen through one of the largest cracks
of the bridge into the river and
At the close of the story a sound of
repressed weeping filled the midnight
air; the electric light on the corner ex
pired with a sob, and our party sadly
and silently wended their way home,
The affliction which has fallen upon
Secretary Hay in the death of his eldest
son recalls the similar sorrow which
darkened the home of Mr. Blaine when
he was Secretary of State. Seldom
have two deaths under conditions in
many respects so similar appealed to
the country with more pathetic interest
than those of Walker Blaine and Adal
bert Hay. Both were young men of
rare ability, of fine culture and excep
tional training. Of each the country
expected a career which would add
dignity and luster to a name already
honored, and in the case of each that
career, eo full of promise, was cut short
by sudden death. Secretary Hay was,
less dependent upon his son than was
Mr. Blaine, to whom Walker had be
come almost a second half, but aside
from fatherly affection there is in the
case of Mr. Hay a keenness of disap
pointment in that his son was so soon to
hold to President McKinley the same
relation which he himself had held to
Lincoln. There is no doubt that, brave
ly as he bore his sorrow, Mr. Blaine's
bereavements helped to shorten his
days, Mr. Hay, like Mr. Blaine, will
take up bis public burden,' but he will
henceforth walk in the shadow of a
great sorrow which, though it may not
rob him of his strength, will dim the
beauty and brightness of his life. The
sympathies of the nation go out to him
and his family. The Ypsilantian.
I Commencing Saturday
Morning Promptly at
I $1.00 "Griffon" Ladies' Shirt Waists 25c
I $1.75 "Griffon" Ladies' Shirt Waists 50c
I $3.00 "Griffon" Ladies' Shirt Waists $1.00 I
Too Many on Hand
Is the only reason we can offer for these Unparalleled
There are fully 100 dozen Shirt Waists for your
selection, entirely our own Summer Stock, and we
wish it distinctly understood that not a Job Lot Shirt
Waist is to be found among- our stock.
The "Griffon" Brand a sufficient guarantee as to
this statement will be found on every Waist.
IsOT NO. 1.
Any 50c Shirt Waist in the House.. .
Anv 75c Shirt Waist in the House. . .
10 doz. $1.00 Shirt Waists
This means four $1.00 Shirt Waists for the price of
feOT NO. 2
Any $1.75 Shirt Waist in the House..
S Any $1.50 " ' "
$ Any $1.25 "
kOT NO. 3.
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j -n.uy fu.womrt waist in tne House..
Anv $2.50 " "
Any $2.00 "