Sometime during the afternoon I smeared nearly a whole bottle of vaseline upon my face and neck, which had begun to burn like fire, as a result of my exposure to the sun while peddling the hand-car. At 9 p. m. that night I made my way to the Union Depot. Some five or six passenger trains were under the shed. A man in the crowd pointed out to me the train he thought was bound for New Orleans. Five minutes later I was in the express car. A pleasant looking young man, I should say about twenty-two years of age, was checking off the express, assisted by an older gentleman. "Does this train go to New Orleans?" I asked, lowering my voice to a whisper. "No, it goes to Montgomery," replied the young man, eyeing me closely for a moment, and then turning to his work. "May I go with you to Montgomery?" I whispered. The young man again glanced at me, but vouchsafed no reply. Though not well known, it's no less a fact that most roads of the United States to-day employ numerous detectives--known as 'spotters'--who travel over the road in various disguises, and whose business it is to discover any employee of the road assisting some poor chap to beat the train. Sometimes the detective thus employed dresses himself like a tramp or hobo and appeals to the engineer, baggageman or conductor to help him get to a certain point. Woe be unto the kindhearted employee who does help him, for a few days later he is discharged almost without notice. Later on he finds that his goodness of heart was bestowed upon a railroad detective. Those who understand this can more easily appreciate my present difficulty. Desperate diseases require desperate remedies; and I hereby admit that I told the express messenger a falsehood. There was little time to lose. Every moment the express packages were being hurled through the door, and the train would soon be ready to depart on its long four hundred mile journey. "I can show positive proof, in the way of letters, etc., that I'm no 'spotter,'" I whispered. "For Heaven's sake don't refuse, old man. My parents formerly lived in North Carolina, as the heading of this reference shows, but years ago they moved to Texas, and I went to New York. My parents are poor and I'm their only support. Having been robbed in New York and learning by letter that my mother is near death's door, I've decided to work my way to her. Pardon me saying it; you look to be a pretty square sort of fellow. Please don't refuse the chap who stands before you down and out this time." The work of checking up had been finished, and the elderly man, after whispering something in the young express messenger's ear, crawled out of the car door to the ground. A moment later the door shut with a bang. I had succeeded, and five minutes later was again traveling up the road without a ticket. I've confessed to telling a lie, and I must now confess to having acted the part of a fool.