conspirators," and he spit on his hands and looked the pop corn man in the
eye. The pop corn man said he never took any active part in politics, and
had nothing to do with that Hayes business at all. Then the serious man
sat down and began eating the pop corn, while two women on the other side
of the car helped themselves to the corn in the basket.

[Illustration: ME LONG LOST DUKE.]

The pop corn man held out his hand for the money, when a man two seats
back came forward and shook hands with him, saying: "They told me you
would not come, but you have come, Daniel, and now we will fight
it out. I will take this razor, and you can arm yourself at your leisure."
The man reached into an inside pocket of his coat, evidently for a razor,
when the pop corn man started for the door, his eyes sticking out two
inches. Every person he passed took a paper of pop corn, one man grabbed
his coat and tore one tail off, another took his basket away and as he
rushed out on the platform the basket was thrown at his head, and a female
voice said, "I will be ready when the carriage calls at 8."

As the old gentleman struck the platform and began to arrange his toilet
he met Fitzgerald, the conductor, who asked him what was the matter. He
said Pierce told him that crowd was going to the legislature, "but," says
he, as he picked some pieces of paper collar out of the back of his neck,
"if those people are not delegates to a Democratic convention, then I have
been peddling pop corn on this road ten years for nothing, and don't know
my business." Fitz told him they were patients going to the Insane Asylum.

The old man thought it over a moment, and then he picked up a coupling pin
and went looking for Pierce. He says he will kill him. Pierce has not been
out of the house since. This Pierce is the same man that lent us a runaway