Democratic Sentinel, Volume 19, Number 48, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 December 1895 — DIDN’T OCCUR AGAIN. [ARTICLE]

DIDN’T OCCUR AGAIN.

A Magnate's Rabuka That tha Condoctor Remembered. They are telling one now on an official of a certain steam railroad company. This gentleman is a eery strict observer of discipline, and if an opportunity affords to teach an employee a lesson in being a little more careful, he always seizes it. A little while ago this official was riding toward Baltimore in a train, and in charge was a brand new conductor. He knew by sight, however, several of the officials of the company, and he did what he thought was a most proper thing, and one which he thought would flatter the magnate. When he collected fares he simply glanced at the gentleman in question, and passed him by. Our disciplinarian saw this, and when the conductor came back, called him up. “You have not collected my fare,” said be.

“Oh, sir,” responded the conductor, with conscious pride, “that’s all right. You see, I know you, sir. You are Mr. ‘ ‘You should not know anybody, sir,” rejoined the official, in a tone that made the conductor wonder whether he would not) soon have to apply for another job. No matter whether I ride on this train a hundred times a day, you should collect my fare. Punch this pass, sir, and be sure you do not let this occur again.” But he laughs best who laughs in his sleeve. It was but a few days after this that Mr. Official came riding back from Baltimore, and happened to strike the same train. The conductor observed him quietly; and made sure lie would not get caught a second time. So at the proper moment he approached the official and made a remark about “ Tickets, please.” The railroader looked up and saw standing before him the man he had “roasted” so severely a few days bafore. “Ah,” said he, “quite right, quite right,” and then he fumbled in his pocket for his pass book. It wasn’t there. Nor was it in any of his other pockets. “Strange, strange,” muttered lie, “Where could I have left it? How unfortunate.” All of which language fell on deaf ears, for the conductor looked stonily into space, and then held out his hand again. “Well, you see,” said the confused official, “I have misplaced ray pass book. I am Mr. , you know.” “Can’t help that, sir,” responded the conductor; "1 don’t know you, sir. I’ll have to have your fare.” The fare was not very large, it was true, but the mortification was great, especially as half the people in the car had turned around and were gazing curiously at the man who had stirred up all the fuss by trying, as they thought to beat his way. So the magnate went down into his pocket agaih, and fished out sufficient in bills to pay for the fare. The conductor coolly punched out a rebate ticket and handed it over. “You can get the drawback at the depot when jou get to Washington,” said he, and passed on. He has been waiting for several days for his discharge, but it is not likely he will get it.