ON THE OTHER TRAIN. A CLOCK'S STORY ANONYMOUS There, Simmons, you blockhead! Why didn't you trot that old woman aboard her train? She'll have to wait here now until the 1:05 A. M." "You didn't tell me." "Yes, I did tell you. 'Twas your confounded stupid carelessness." "She "She! You fool! What else could you expect of her! Probably she hasn't any wit; besides, she isn't bound on a very jolly journey - got a pass up the road to the poorhouse. I'll go and tell her, and if you forget her to-night, see if I don't make mince-meat of you!" and our worthy ticket agent shook his fist menacingly at his subordinate. "You've missed your train, marm," he remarked, coming forward to a queer-looking bundle in the cor ner. A trembling hand raised the faded black veil, and revealed the sweetest old face I ever saw. "Never mind," said a quivering voice. ""Tis only three o'clock now; you'll have to wait until the night train, which doesn't go up until 1:05." Very well, sir; I can wait." "Wouldn't you like to go to some hotel? Simmons will show you the way." "No, thank you, sir. One place is as good as another to me. Besides, I have no money." “Very well,” said the agent, turning away indifferently. "Simmons will tell you when it's time.” All the afternoon she sat there, so quiet that I thought she must be asleep, but when I looked more closely I could see every once in a while a great tear rolling down her cheek, which she would wipe away hastily with her colored handkerchief. The station was crowded, and all was bustle and hurry until the 9:50 train going east came due; then every passenger left but the old lady. It is very rare indeed that any one takes the night express, and almost always after ten o'clock the station becomes silent and empty. The ticket agent put on his great-coat, and, bidding Simmons keep his wits about him for once in his life, departed for home. But he had no sooner gone than that functionary stretched himself out upon the table, as usual, and began to snore vociferously. Then it was that I witnessed such a sight as I never had before and never expect to witness again. The fire had gone down-it was a cold night and the wind howled dismally outside. The lamps grew dim and flared, casting weird shadows on the wall. By and by I heard a smothered sob from the corner, then another. I looked in that direction. She had |