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Bound To Have It So

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As you go to Boston and Hartford by way of the Boston & Albany Itailroad, if you take the morning expresa there are two parlor cars thereunto attached, with all the appurtenances thereunto appertaining, including a porter with a whisp-broom in one hand and a place for a quarter in the other. Now, these two parlor cars are twins, differing only, as is the case with twins, in their manners. The last time I went out that way, which was only a few weeks siDce, one of these cars was Gov. Hawley, and the other was sorao other Governor. All went well until we reached Springueld. Ilere the usual halt of flve or ten minutes was made, the parlor car for Albaay was switched off to its proper train, and we went thundering on to Hartford. Before we were well out of the depot an old gentleman confronted me. Round-faced,well-dressed,quick-spoken, a little crusty, and a general air of authority about him. "Young man," he aaid, sharply, "out of that." "Out of which?" I asked ia innocent surprise. 'Out of that chair," anapped the old party. "Come, be lively. I want to sit down." I was puzzled and annoyed, and stammered something about this being a parlor car and "Yes, yes," he said, impatiently. "I know all about that. This is a parlor car and you've got my seat. Get out of it without any more words. Get a seat of your own aomewhere, and don't go around appropriating other people's chaira wheu they have gone for lunch. Get out, youug fellow." I am naturally a bashful man, but I did makeone more desperate effortto retain my seat. I said that I had occupied that seat- . "Ever since I got out of it at Spiïugtield," snarled the old man. "I rode in that seat all the way from Boston, and the minute I lef t it you jumped into it. And now you jump out of it and no words about it or I will make the car full of trouble for you." It began to dawn on me then just liow matters stood. In fact I knew, but I was nettled. Everybody in the car was laughing at me, and I do hate to be laughed at. i determined to wait for my revenge. He snorted fiercely, and I abdicted in favor of the testy old jumper of claims who thus summarily evicted me, and took my goods and chattles to a seat in the rear end of the car. Presently along came the conductor to take up the tickets. When he carne to the old gentleman, the conductor passed back the ticket he had given him. "Wrong train, sir," he said. "Get off at next station. This train is for Hartford and New York." The old gentleman's face waa a study. "For Ha-Ha-wa-what?" he shouted. "I know better. Told me at Boston this car went through to Albany." "Lem' see the parlor car ticket," said the conductor briefly. "Yea, that'a all right, you are on the wrong car; this ticket for other car. Your baggage half way to Albany by this time. Get off at Hartford." "Well, when can I get a train back to'Spriiigfleld?" wailed tho jumper of chaira. "To-night," said the conductor, and lie passed on to the next car. Then I aroae. I gatshered up in my weak and long-auffering arms Hiy hat, overcoat, lap-tablet and newspapers and walked back to that chair and stood before the most crestfallen man the immortal gods ever pitied. I didn't say anything; didn't make a gesture. I just stood up before him, holding my goods, personal effects and railway chattles in my arms and looked at him. He arose and vamoused the claim. And as I 3ettled down in my recovered possession 1 made only one remark. I said to the poor old gentleman : "I thoughtyou would be sorry if you took my chair." And he marched back and took a seat on the upholstered panen, to the merrylaughterof the happy passengers. And the last time I looked around- oh, crowning woe! the conductor was making him pay a quarter for his seat in the palace car.-


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