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Show FROM BOSTON THEN AND NOW. p A Hundred Years Ago the Journey S Required Four Days. ' S (Boston Evening Transcript.) 3 An older person had come home from Fl New lork. He had taken the gilt edged j shore line express, which makes the run ft of 23o miles in just five hours no less, no more. He was telling Tommy today about 5S the trip, typical of the civilization of an fl age of machines. He described the finely H appointed cars, their great weight so nice- H ly balanced on the wheel trucks that the SI expression "rolling along" is now used or a? a railroad train, and told of the mighty P never tiring engine, whose working hours i! are spent in pounding over the iron rails Et at something less than a mile a minute. & At the same time he was looking Ej through a bundle of old papers, which he 2 said came from his grand father's trunk in fl the attic. Soon he chanced upon one a H i It T11?1 bore at the tfP the date March H Z7 1S02. It was written in New York just M a hundred years ago todav. g "My Dear Wife," it read. in the formal phraseology that prevailed even in the fl most intimate communications of the rj in. . J.U..I. i. ,.,mm,m,.,J.., i ... ,, , ,,,mMmu I times, "this will inform you of my safe arrival here after a passage of four days. : We arrived at Providence on Monday . evening and took a packet bound to New-' ( port, where we arrived on Tuesday at noon. In the afternoon of the same day we took passage on board a sloop bound direct to New York. We experienced a very severe gale on Wednesday, but made i a harbor where we rocked it out in safety. iThe older person read on a .little further. fur-ther. "This letter was written on Thursday Thurs-day evening." said he. "iust after my grandfather had arrived. When I struck town last Sunday night I called up my - wife by telephone.' Hello!" he continued. contin-ued. "March 2 fell on a Thursday in 1S02, just as it does row. The old gentleman left on Monday morni.'.g and arrived en Thursday evening four days .met three nights, by sea and land." Tommy was silent for a long time before be-fore he spoke a word. "I think I'd rather go the way your grandfather went," he said, finally. The other person looked up quickly. He thought of the merrv forty-mile run by stage to Providence, with change o horses at little country inns; he almoe sniffed the salt air of Narraganset baj from the deck of a swift packet, and h saw . the little sloop tossing about in u sheltered harbor. ' "By George, I guess you're right, ht answered. |