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Show rC OLD LADY'S VISIT. Wafting For a City Friend With Three JM of Buttermilk. The last passenger to leave the 4:30 train on tha Michigan Central railroad after it dieiar to a standstill one summer afternoon was j, little old woman ia 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 Epectacles. In one hand she carried a huge, shiny valise, the key of which was tied to the handle with a strip of calico cloth. When she was part way ttp the platform, she stopped, with a troubled 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 waB fastened to her waist by a velvet ribbon. After she had waited some tine one of the depot ushers came along and asked if he could be of any service to her. "Why, thank you, I think not," she answered. "I am waiting for Dick Rob inson." The depot usher hurried on and paid no more attention to the little old woman. wom-an. When he came back a half horn later, she was still standing where he had left her, geutly fanning herself with the black fan. "Has your friwid come yet?" asked the usher. "No, "-she answered. "His wateb 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. White 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 coilcln't by no manner of means get buttermilk in the city. Before Be-fore Dick rent back he came around and says: 'Mrs. Beggs, just take a run up to Chicago next summer and visit us. Let us 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 iu 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. "All I know," Bhe. explained, "ia 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 of a trusty cabman, with instructions to find Dick. Two hours later the driver came back with the report that his f ara was delivering her buttermilk. Chi-nag") Chi-nag") Record, |