SHE PADDLED HER OWN BOAT.
The train was approaching Atalanta, and the obliging conductor went up to the homely old lady, who was evidently travelling alone, and said—
* Madam, have you a companion ?’ ‘ Oh, yes, sir ; Martha Anne made me fetch along her little black ridicule that she calls a kumpanyun!’ ‘ No—no ! I mean an escort.’ ‘A what, sir?’ and she looked at him hard enough to break her spectacles. 1 A fellow traveller with you,’ explained the conductor, desperately. She arose. Her uplifted hand looked deadly in its black mitten garniture. ‘ You good for nothing scamp ! No, sir ! The idea of me, a lone woman, with no natural protector but a sheepskin kivered New Testament, having a feller travelin’ with me ! Your mother ought to weep over your imperdence, young man, and I’ll have you to know that I kin get along in this world about as well as any sixty-year-old widow that you ever struck agin !’ By this time the conductor was out on the platform wiping the perspiration from his face, and swearing that the old lady might 1 go it alone ’to her heart’s content.
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Globe, Volume V, Issue 531, 1 March 1876, Page 3
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189SHE PADDLED HER OWN BOAT. Globe, Volume V, Issue 531, 1 March 1876, Page 3
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