The Experiences Of The A. C.
Bridgeport! Change cars for the Naugatuck Railroad!" shouted the conductor of the New
York and Boston Express Train, on the evening of May 27th, 1858. Indeed, he does it
every night (Sundays excepted), for that matter; but as this story refers especially to Mr.
J. Edward Johnson, who was a passenger on that train, on the aforesaid evening, I make
special mention of the fact. Mr. Johnson, carpet-bag in hand, jumped upon the platform,
entered the office, purchased a ticket for Waterbury, and was soon whirling in the
Naugatuck train towards his destination.
On reaching Waterbury, in the soft spring twilight, Mr. Johnson walked up and down in
front of the station, curiously scanning the faces of the assembled crowd. Presently he
noticed a gentleman who was performing the same operation upon the faces of the
alighting passengers. Throwing himself directly in the way of the latter, the two
exchanged a steady gaze.
"Is your name Billings?" "Is your name Johnson?" were simultaneous questions, followed
by the simultaneous exclamations-- "Ned!" "Enos!"
Then there was a crushing grasp of hands, repeated after a pause, in testimony of ancient
friendship, and Mr. Billings, returning to practical life, asked--
"Is that all your baggage? Come, I have a buggy here: Eunice has heard the whistle, and
she'll be impatient to welcome you."
The impatience of Eunice (Mrs. Billings, of course,) was not of long duration, for in five
minutes thereafter she stood at the door of her husband's chocolate-colored villa,
receiving his friend.
While these three persons are comfortably seated at the tea-table, enjoying their waffles,
cold tongue, and canned peaches, and asking and answering questions helter-skelter in
the delightful confusion of reunion after long separation, let us briefly inform the reader
who and what they are.
Mr. Enos Billings, then, was part owner of a manufactory of metal buttons, forty years
old, of middling height, ordinarily quiet and rather shy, but with a large share of latent
warmth and enthusiasm in his nature. His hair was brown, slightly streaked with gray, his
eyes a soft, dark hazel, forehead square, eyebrows straight, nose of no very marked
character, and a mouth moderately full, with a tendency to twitch a little at the corners.
His voice was undertoned, but mellow and agreeable.
Mrs. Eunice Billings, of nearly equal age, was a good specimen of the wide-awake New-
England woman. Her face had a piquant smartness of expression, which might have been
refined into a sharp edge, but for her natural hearty good-humor. Her head was smoothly
formed, her face a full oval, her hair and eyes blond and blue in a strong light, but brown
