Your Fare, Miss — 404
The most veracious chroniclers of Chicago relate the experience of a young lady from the rural districts of Hoosierdom, who visited the Queen City of the West, accompanied by her particular swain, and took an appreciative view of the “elephant.” Getting into one of the city cars for a ride, the maiden took a seat, while the lover planted himself on the platform. The graceful vehicle had sped but a few short blocks, when the beneficent young conductor insinuated himself into the popular chariot, for the purpose of collecting expenses. Approaching the rustic maiden, he said, affably, “Your fare, miss.” The Hoosier rosebud allowed a delicate pink to manifest itself on her cheeks, and looked down in soft confusion. The justly popular conductor was rather astonished at this, and ventured to remark once more—“Your fare, miss.” This time the pink deepened to carnation, and the maiden fingered her parasol with pretty coquettishness. The conductor really didn’t know what to make of this sort of thing, and began to look a little foolish; but as a small boy at the other end of the car began to show signs of a disposition to leave without paying for his ride, the official managed to say once more—“Hem! miss, your fare.” In a moment those lovely violet eyes were looking up into his face, through an aurora of blushes, and the rosy lips exclaimed—“Well, they dew say I am good-looking at hum, but I don’t see why you want to say it out loud!” It was not a peal of thunder that shook the car just then. Oh, no. It was something that commenced in a general passengerical titter, and culminating in such a shattering guffaw as Western lungs alone are capable of. In the midst of the cachinnatory tempest the “lovyer” came to the rescue of his Doxiana; and when the “pint of the hull thing” was explained to him, his mouth expanded to proportions that might have made Barnum’s hippopotamus die of jealousy on the spot. The pair descended from the car amid a salvo of Mirth’s artillery, and when last seen were purchasing artificial sweetness at a candy-shop.