Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 150 of 232
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BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. 141 “Oh, it’s yersilf, is it? Faith, I didn’t know my fifteen minutes was up.’’ “Pat, Pat! I’m afraid you’re a hard case. A man as old as you, with one foot in the grave, ought to be more careful of his language; truth is as becom- ing to old age as respect is to youth.’’ ‘“Then answer me wan question, me youthful, re- spectful friend.”’ “Certainly. ’’ ‘‘T would loike to know which fut ye mane.’’ The stranger laughed, and passed on. A moment later he had sat down with the drum- mer, as the other seats were full. Pat shook his head. ‘‘He’s not the other one, anyhow. Younger is not — in this car, that lam sure of. Now, where is he?”’ . In the course. of time the stranger finished his cigar and went back into the car from which he had come, but as Pat was fast asleep he thought it best not to disturb his slumbers. The train finally stopped at a station, and the la- borer, picking up his bucket and shovel, left the car. The drummer; who was still smoking, gave no in- _ dication of having noticed his departure. . Several other passengers alighted from the train at this point, and a few came aboard, among them a man who seemed very much like a farmer. He hesitated for a time which car to take, but at last concluded to go into the second apartment. Once there he, in his halting, verdant way, slipped | into a seat beside a ministerial looking personage with side whiskers, a broadcloth suit, and a habit of folding and rubbing his hands with such a sanc- — timonious air as to betray his profession outside of any ocular evidence to the same purpose. “Any objection to me takin’ part of this here seat?”’ asked the verdant gentleman, with a sheep- ish, timid look. ‘None in the least,’’ and the minister, with the blandest of smiles, immediately made room for him. . “Are you going far?’’ he inquired a moment later, thinking to make himself companionable, cComicbooks. co