Part 24 (2/2)
Florence and I are pretty generally known throughout the north-west”
”Bless er in surprise, ”I have seen you act many times, sir, and the recollection of Mrs Florence's 'Yankee Girl,' with her quaint songs, is still fresh inin Columbus?”
”Yes, for seven years,” replied my coth my attention was attracted to a little, red-faced man, with small sharp eyes, who sat i the knob of a large walking stick which he carried caressingly in his hand He hadave a sly wink and shake of the head at me, as much as to say, ”Ah, old fellow, I know you, too”
These attentions were so marked that I finally asked my companion if he had noticed them
”That poor man acts like a lunatic,” said I, _sotto voce_
”A poor half-witted fellow, possibly,” replied h the country, however, Mr Florence, you e characters”
We had now reached Crestline, the dinner station, and, after thanking the stranger for the agreeable way in which he had enabled me to pass the journey up to this point, I asked him if he would join Mrs Florence and rimaces and winks from the red-faced party aforesaid The invitation to dinner was politely declined
The repast over, our train sped on toward Cincinnati I toldgentleman, ell posted in theatricals, and was on his way to Colu him into our car, and present hi car and proposed that the gentleman should accompany me to see Mrs Florence The proposal o a species of spasmodic convulsions which set the occupants of the car into roars of laughter
”No, I thank you,” said ed to you for the courtesy, but I prefer the sar?”
”Yes,” said I, producing another Partaga
I again sat by his side, and once an, and ere quite fraternal We talked about theatres and theatricals, and then adverted to political economy, the state of the country, finance and co intense amusement to the foxy-faced party near us
Finally the shrill sound of the whistle and the entrance of the conductor indicated that we had arrived at Columbus, and the train soon arrived at the station
”Co fro my companion on the shoulder, ”This is your station, oldhis hitherto concealed feet from under the seat, when, for the first time, I discovered that he was shackled, and was a prisoner in charge of the Sheriff, going for seven years to the state prison at Columbus
NOVEL ATTACK
Auxerre, November 15th, 1851-Last week, at thethe line from Saint Florentin to Tonnerre, a wolf boldly leaped upon it and attacked the stoker The ressor, who fell upon the rail and was instantly crushed to pieces
-_National_
WOLVES ON A RAILWAY