The young lady thanked the Jew, but that was all, until the boat grated up alongside Kaighn's Point wharf, when she caught his eye and motioned for him to approach. "If you will be so kind as to assist me in finding a seat in the train," she said, modestly, "I would esteem it a great favor." "Vel, you bet I vil! Id is a purdy rough crowd for a young lady withoud some company. My name ish Fritz Snyder; vot ish yours?" "You may call me Madge," was the quiet reply. Then Fritz took her little traveling-bag, and they left the boat with the crowd, and boarded the excursion-train which was close at hand. Being among the first to reach it, they had no difficulty in finding a seat, and made haste to occupy it, as the cars were fast filling. "I reckon ash how you vas goin' to der sea-shore?" Fritz asked, having some curiosity to know. "I presume so, if the cars take me there," the young lady replied, with a faint smile. "Is it a nice place?" "Vel, I don'd know. I vas neffer there, but I hear id vas a nice place. You see, I vas goin' there on pizness--I--I--don'd know off I stay long or not." Little more was said during the overland trip to the ocean. The young woman did not appear inclined to talk, and Fritz finally excused himself, and moved to another seat. "Der ish somedings vot don'd vas right apoud dot vimmens," he soliloquized. "She ish not goin' to der sea-shore for vone object alone, I'll bet a half-dollar." Just ahead of him, in the next seat, sat two old ladies, who were discussing that topic uppermost in their minds--spiritualism. One was a believer--the other an unbeliever. "Pooh! you can't stuff such nonsense into my head, Marier," the unbeliever declared, taking a pinch of snuff. "Speerits don't trouble me." "But, that is because you have no faith, Mehitable. Now, my Sammy's speerit converses with me, every day and night, and keeps me posted about the realms of eternal bliss, and when I ax him to appear, he comes before me as natural as life." "Has he got that wart behind his left ear yet?" apparently asked a man in front of the ladies, though Ventriloquist Fritz was of course the author of the question. "Sir-r-rh!" the spiritualist cried, indignantly, "I'll have you know my Samuel had no wart upon his person!" "But he had bunions, though!" a portly old gent across the aisle seemed to declare. "It's a lie--a shameful lie! I'd like to know how you dare cast your insinuations about one you never knew, sir?" and Mrs. Marier arose in her seat, excitedly. "My husband was a good moral gentleman." "For the land's sake, Marier, do set down," the other woman cried, feeling embarrassed. "No I won't set down!" Marier declared. "That old bald-headed, pussy fabricator said my Sammy had bunions!" "My good woman, I never said anything of the kind," the portly party declared, getting red in the face. "The old woman's crazy!" another man seemed to cry.