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Show THE OLD LADY'S VISIT. Waiting For a City Friend With Three Jam of Buttermilk. The last passenger to leave the 4:30 train on the Michigan Central railroad after it draw to a standstill one summer afternoon was a little old woman in black. A wisp of gray hair straggled from under an old fashioned poke bonnet, bon-net, and a pair of kindly blue eyes looked out from behind her steel rimmed spectacles. In one hand she carried a huge, shiny valise, the key of which was tied to the handle with a strip oi calico cloth. When she was part way trp the nlatform. she stormed, with a trou bled look, and watched the baggagemen toil by with their loaded trucks. Presently Pres-ently she dropped the valise and opened a big black fan which was fastened to her waist; by a velvet ribbon. After she had waited some timeone of the depot ushers came along and asked if ho could be of any service to her. "Why, thank you, I think not," she answered. "I am waiting for Dick Kob-inson, Kob-inson, " The depot usher hurried on and paid, no more attention to the little old woman. wom-an. When he came back a half hour later, she was still standing where he had left her, gently fanning herself with the black fan. "Has your friend pome yet?" asked the usher. "No," she answered. ,fHi3 watsh must have been slow. " "Did he expect you by this train?" "Well, you see, it's this way: Last summer Dick and his wife came over to Briggsburg to visit the Coopers. Whilo they were there they came over often to my place to get a drink of buttermilk. Well, we got friendly, and Sarah told me a lot of things about Chicago, and that she couldn't by no manner of means get buttermilk in the city. Before Be-fore Dick went back he came around und says: 'Mrs. Beggs, just take a run I up to Chicago next summer and visit us. Let ns know when you're coming, and I'll meet you at the depot ' And so I'm here, and I've got three jars of fresh buttermilk for them in that bag. " The depot usher helped the little old woman to a seat in the waiting room, and then he searched the directory for Richard Robinson. His charge couldn't help him much, because she didn't know Dick's occupation. "AH I know," she explained, "is that he's a genuine gentleman, and if he had got my letter he'd 'a' been here." The usher made a list of two or three addresses and put the woman in charge i of a trusty cabman, with instructions to find Dick. Two hours later the driver came back with the report that his fare. Was delivering her buttermiLk. Chi-ttag- Record, |