As the conductor and the agent assisted her up the steps, the agent said: "Mind you take good care of her, Bill.

Finest old lady God-Almighty ever made! If you was to let anything happen to her, you best never show yourself in this neighborhood again; we'd lynch you, sure!" The conductor found a good seat for his lovely old passenger, and made her as comfortable as possible.

As he punched her ticket, he said, with a genial smile, which was the voluntary tribute paid to Auntie Sue by all men: "You are not much like the passengers I usually carry in this part of the country, ma'm.

They are mostly a rather rough-lookin' lot." She smiled back at him, understanding perfectly his intended compliment.
"They are good people, though, sir,--most of them.

Of course, there are some who are a little wild, sometimes, I expect." The railroad man laughed again, shaking his head.