HOW IT ALL CAME ABOUT 7 



game, whose favorite haunts are on the icy 

 tops of the high mountains. 



As we were nearing the station at Buffalo 

 in the morning, the passengers generally were 

 astonished to see a young woman standing 

 between the rails on a railway track without 

 a hat, but with her head crowned with an 

 enormous coiffure of red hair, while she was 

 dressed in a very tight, black satin hobble 

 gown — just that and nothing more. There she 

 stood, feeling apparently as proud as a queen 

 when the train slowly passed her, for she 

 surely did attract attention, and what pleases 

 some women more than that? 



A short distance further and a large sign 

 on a building which we passed excited curi- 

 osity, as it informed the public that here 

 was *'The Philadelphia House Wrecking 

 Company." What an occupation and what a 

 name for a business firm to use — "House 

 Wreckers"! 



The porter now came with his whisk to 

 brush us off. The brakeman called out "Buf- 

 falo," the woman with the hat disappeared 

 in the crowd, and the first stage of our jour- 

 ney was over. Here we changed cars, and 

 when the new train had run but a few miles 

 we crossed into Canada. The train stopped 



