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confusion, and, of course, it is very much speak tew anybody, but I'd like tew more so in the case of a man who has | Know how in tarnation anybody gits up been used all his life to the quiet roads of }tew that there railroad in the air! a farming town. | ‘“*My nephew said there was stairs This man pushed his way through the | right at the depot tew climb up tew it, an’ crowd of people who had come to meet | that I was tew go up them stairs an’ ask friends on the train and went straight out | the ticket seller for a downtown tram. to the street. “Kf Lhadn’t got my bag an’ my um- Bees s work near au as he saw that they were addressing their | He was there greeted by achorus of cries | from hackmen. ‘*Have a cab, uncle ?’’ **Here yon are, squire, take a wagon! pr ‘“This wa y to Brooklyn Bridge and the | Washington "Arch! ye All aboard for the Bowery !”’ Thes : and alot of other remarks were idressed him in a joking way, for | none aa ; the Cad 2 en that the old hayseed would spend any money in carriage hire. He looked at them with a little alarm| remarks to him, and then shut his teeth | harder together than before, marched | across the street until he came to the side- walk in front of the Grand Union Hotel. | There he drew a long breath and looked gui im!” he muttered, ‘‘but this is mM ore skittish place than I thought | * like other people, Ta ke: tew know bootblacks who. lerstor a Sad any 3 2g had the least idea} Ratetia deat my icnhee tole ake this « city and, therefore, the fact ‘bout ? thle nent later an entire stranger held out his hand. were ati with pleasant surprise, einctninged: ghed as they saw this act| the last man I expected to see , ing | ee that oud ran across. “you recov vered ‘rom his Soon sap hind him and —— sonded brella with me I su ppose I could shin up fone of them iron posts, but i don’t be- lieve that’s the way to go up.’ The old man’s confusion was perfectly natural, for at this station on the elevated railroad the stairway 1s tmside the Grand |Central depot, and unless one is familiar | with the place he is quite likely to miss it. ‘I don’t — tew ask anybody any 'questions,”’ continued the old man to jhimseli; ‘‘guess I’d better walk ‘long | underneath this bridge an’ ef I foller it far ’nough I’m likely tew git down town. ‘*My nephew tole me ‘twas ” bout three miles tew Wall Street, an’ three miles’ ‘walk ain’t nothin’ tew me; save five cents, anyway.’’ ©~ i With this thought, he clutched his grip and umbrella harder and started on. In spite of his determination to appear he could not help raring’ y around him at the strange sights. Everybody seemed to be in a hurry in lat one ( man was walking very rapidly in the ‘same direction that he was, but on the Serie ‘other side of the acest did not attract his meee ass + heniion: Jus ust thaw a ene came in from the) direction of Third Avenue. — L The old man dodged into one of the'>.-., * doorways of the hotel evidently in fear | around and ¢ come e toward him. that the train would come down upon .7 : « P * os + - a , +. * 7 ‘ * a, raha ~ F de te. a <e i 7 - «a * i 4 ' ' = , ae : / ‘. h +. . ’ 7 * He did not He was surprised, therefore, whena and with a voice that seemed “Why, deacon, how do you do? a v3 ; z F er ae | peak us man “his seid ae Sane himself up, held his ¢ grip Look mis mss have