The Ebensburg Alleghanian. (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1865-1871, March 04, 1869, Image 1
J. T. IIITTCIII&TSOAT,1 EDiTORS. ED. JAMES, . J VOLUME 9. WILLIAM KITTELL, Attorney at Law, Ebensburg, Pa. . August 13, 1863. OHN FENLON, Attorney at Law, - Ebensburg, Ta. JS?" Office on High street. augl3 GEORGE M. READE, Attorney at Law, Ebensburg, Pa. Office- in Colonnade Row. augl3 w ILLTAM II. SECI1LE11, Attor- nev at Law, Ebensburg, Pa. CSS1" Office in Colonnade Row. aug20 GEOllGE V. O ATM AN, Attorney at Law and Claim Agent, and United States Commissioner for Cambria countj, Eb enabnrg.Pa. ' - auglS JOllSTON & SCANLAN, Attorneys at Law, Ebensburg, Pa. jrtry Office opposite the Court House, p.. T.'joH.vsrox. aug!3 J. e. scaxlax. SAMUEL SINGLETON, Attorney at Law, Ebensburg, Pa. t2r Office on High street, west of Fos ter s Hotel. augl3 TAMES C. EASLY, Attorney at Law, t) Carrolltown, Cambria county, Pa. Zxt?' Architectural Drawings and Specifi cations made. aug!3 E. J. WATERS, Justice of the Peace and Scrivener. SiST1 Office adjoining dwelling, on High St., Ebensburg, Ta. Laupi-vuj. tJi aT" SHOEMAKER, Attorney at Law. Ebensburg, Pa. Particular attention rAnl to collections, rfcy Office on High street, west of the Di amond. Q"S13 A. KOPfLIN, TW. DICK, Joknstoicn. Ebensburg. FOPULIN & PICK, Attorneys at Law, Ebensburg, Pa. K&y Office in Colouade Row, with Wm. Kittcll, Esq. Oct. 122. JOSEPH S. STRAYER, Justice of the Peace, Johnstown, Pa. y Office on Market street, corner of Lo vist street extended, and one door south of iiie l ite office cfWti. Jl'Kce. jauglo 01)V:VeREaT;:, M. D., Physician au.l'urgeon, Summit, Pa. Ollice enst of Maav'ou Houe, on Itail r,, v.i street. Niht calls promptly attended to, at his office. ugl3 V iTTde "V1TT ZEIGLER j Otu-rs his professional services to the (;ti.'.ens of Kbensburt: and vicinity, lie will visit Ebensburg the second Tuesday of each month, to remain ona week. Teeth extracted, without pain, with ftttrou Ox'V, or Jjituhinj (iox. Vr.'tS" Hooms an joining O. Huntley's store, irtjrii street. auglU The undersigned, Graduate of the Bal timore College of licntai .Surgery, respectfully o Vers lii 3 proi'eiisional services to the citizen.? of Kbcns'ouig. lie bas spared no means to thoroughly acquaint, himself with every im provement in his art. To many years of per sonal experience, be has sought to add the imparted experience of the highest authorities ia Dental Science. He simply asks that an opportunity may be jjiven for his work 'to f peak its own prai.-e. SAMUEL BELFOIID, D. D. S. E-VTill beat Iibensburg on the fourth Monday of each month, to stay one wjek. Aiijust 13, 18o3. X LOYI) & CO., Rmccrs CT Oold, Silver, Government Loan3 and :th..-r Securities bought and sold. Interest sJ.'.owc ! on Time Deposits. Collections made oa nil accessible points in the United States, a;i.; a Oneral Banking liusiness transacted. A;'.-u t 13, 1SC8. 31. LLOYD & Co., B,l-cr$ A t-TOOKA, Pa. -" i-3 or, the principal cities, and Silver Er for sale. Collections made. Mon eys i- o'iv? I on deposit, payable on demand, "x::.o!it interest, or upon time, with interest it fdir rates. LauS13 THE FIRST NATIONAL BANK Jt Of Johnstown, Pexsa. l'ii'i vp Capital $ 00,000 00 J'rinileje to increase to 100,000 00 Vv'e buy and sell Inland and Foreign Drafts, Gold and Silver, and all classes of Govern ment Securities ; make collections at home nd abroad ; receive deposits; loan money, and do a general Banking business. All business entrusted to us will receive prompt attedtioa and care, at moderate prices. Give a trial. Directors : I. J. MnP.nf T T. iJ OUN PlBERT. Is.' A AC h AT KM AX. Jacob Levkrkood, James McMillex. Jacob M. Campbell, Uequce Fritz. DANIEL J. MORRELL, President I. J. Roberts, Cashier. sep3ly M. llotd, Pret't. joun lloyd, CasJ.ier. 17IRST NATIONAL HANK ? OF ALTO ON A. GO VEXXJIEXr A GEXC1', AND DESIGNATED DEPOSITORY OF THE UNI TED STATES. KIT" Corner Virginia and Annie sts., North Ward, Altoona, Pa. At TnoRizED Capital $300,000 00 asii Capital Paii is 150,000 00 All business pertaining to Banking done on hvornble terms. Iii'ernal Revenue Stamps of all denomina tions always on hand. To purchasers of Stamp?, percentage, in "lamps, will be allowed, as follows : $50 to l, 2 per cent.; $10C to $200, 3 per cent.; v-(w and upwards, 4 per cent. augl3 QIUElTslXGLETON, Notary Pub- lie, Ebensbnrtr. Pa. Of '"iCe On llifrli clr,..,( I.' TT jaugi Job Work of all kind9 doae at this cfuce 5 Love Lightens Labor. A good wife rose from her bed one morn, And thought with a nervous dread Ot the piles of clothes to be washed, and more Than a dozen mouths to be fed. There's the meals to get for the men in the field, And the children to fix away To school, and the milk to be skimmed and churned ; And all to be done this day. It had rained in the night, and all the wood Was wet as it could be ; There were puddingaand pies to bake, besides A kaf of cake for tea. And the day was hot, and her aching head Throbbed wearily as she said, "If maidens but knew what good wives know, The3r would be in no haste to wed !" "Jennie, what do you think I told Ben Brown?" Called the farmer from the well; And a flush crept up to his bronzed brow, And his eye3 half bashfully fell; "It was thi3," he said and coming near, He smiled, .and sfocping down, Kissed her check " 'Twas this: that you were the best And the dearest wife intown !" The larmer went back to the field, and the wife, In a smiling and absent way, Sang snatches of tender little songs She'd not sung for many a day. And the pain in her head was gone, and the clothes Were white a3 the foam of the sea ; ner bread was light, and her butter sweet, And as goldc-n as it could be. "Just think,'' the children all called in a breath, 'Tom Wood has run ofT to sea ! lie wouldn't I know, if he only had As Lappy a home as we.:' The night came down, and the good wife smiled To' herself, as she softly said, " "fis so sweet to labor for those we love, It's not strange that maids will wed!'' THE SILVER T0KEH. 'There, Tina V lv. llvuce Mcdway triumphantly held up two semi-circles ot" silver in the air, no that they miiiht be sure to create sufficient impression im Ernestine Cady's blue eves, and smiled with the ex.ultant satisfaction of one who feels that he has accomplished his mission. lie was a bright, earnest looking young fellow, with gray-brown eyes and a srjuare firm mouth not handsome, but very man ly ; and as hes ;t there on the green wood hind bank, with the hair thrown back from his broad forehead, and the sunshine mir rored in his eyes, you felt instinctively that he was one who would make his way in the world, no matter what obstacles might intervene. Ernestine Cady stood leaning against the gnarled, mossy trunk o an immense chestnut tree, with her little feet buried in plumes of nodding, fragrant ferns a rural picture, in blue muslin and fluttering azuro ribbons. She was very pretty, with the delicate bloom and freshness of a flower a flower that winds and frosts had never touched. "Didn't I tell you that I should do it, Tina V Ernestine took up the little file that lay on the bank. 'I thought it an impossible task with such an instrument as that." .Nothing is impossible," returned IJruce sentcntiously, as he passed a bit of narrow blue ribbon through a hole in the broken piece of silver. "Will you let mo tie it around your neck, Tina ?" "What for V But she stooped her pretty head as she spoke, and let him tie the knot beneath a cataract of pale gold curls. "And I shall wear the other next to my heart. They are amulets, Tina charms, if you choose so to phrase it. That silver piece carries my allegiance with it. Tina, if ever any cloud come between us if ever we are separated " "Bruce !" "Such things Juice happened, dearest; but, nevertheless, in any event, this bro ken coin shall be a token and a summons to me wherever I may be whatever fate may have in store. Don't look so grave, my little blue-bird. Is it so very wrong to mingle a bit of romance in our every day life ? Where are your flowers ? It is time wc were returning." Through the green shifting shadows of the woods, with blood-red streams of sun set light rippling along at their feet, and delicious odors of moss and fern and hid den flowers rising up around, the two lovers walked homeward. Bruce Medway never forgot the brightness of that drowsy August afternoon "She will come I am sure she will come The dew lay like a rain of diamonds on grass and shrubs as Bruce walked up and down the little pathway by the hidden spring, watching the round red shield of the rising sun hanging above the eastern horison. Then he looked at his watch. I WOULD RATHER BE RIQ.T1T THAN PRESIDENT. Hesby Cut. ebensburg; pa., Thursday march 4, iseo. "The train will be due in nine minutes. Surely Tina will not let ine leave her without one reconcilincr" word. Hush! that must be her footstep on the mo3. , lie stepped forward, with a glad, flush ed face, and then the chill whiteness, of despair blanched every feature as a bright eyed little squirrel, whose tiny tread oyer leaves and acorn-cups had deceived him, glided swiftly across the belt of sunshine into emerald shadow- Bruce Medway stood an instant with his brow contracted and his arms folded on his breast.. Was he bidding farewell to the summer that was past ? . -; ; The shriek of the coming train BOTindsd through the blue purity of thi air, a-nd the last faint spark of hope in the lover's breast died out. Tina had not come Tina had forgotten him. Well, so let it be ! And what was Tina Cady doing in the fresh morning brightness ? She was very rosy and .pretty in her trim calico dress, with pink ribbons at her throat, and a pink verbena hanging low in her golden coils of hair very pictu resque as she reached up her hand to break off a spray of spicy honeysuckle . "I wonder if Mr. Bruce Medway has come to his senses yet," thought Tina, with a toss of her head. "I shan't meas ure my actions by the rule and plummet of his lordly will, I can assure him. If I want to flirt with Pierce Marbury, I shall do it !" . "So you're up, eh, Tina ? And as fresh a3 a rose, I declare I" Tina put her red lips up to kiss her bluff old father in an abstracted sort of way. She hardly saw him as he stood there. "Oh, by the way, Tina, I forgot to give you this note last night it was left by the hotel porter. llcally, I believe my memory isn't as good as it was." Tina caught the note from her father's hand, and broke it open in feverish haste. "The train leaves at seven !" She saw the Avords as vividly as if they had been written ia characters of jagged fire, and as frhe read them the old clock half-way up the wide cld-fashioned staircase ttruck eight. It was too late too late ! The sharp thrill of agony at her heart was succeeded by a passionate feeling of resentment. - "Let him go!" she said to herself, while the red pennons fluttered on her cheek. "I would not lift a linger to keep him here!" So, when Bruce Mcdway's earnest, ap pealing letter came a day or two after ward, Ernestine folded it quietly within a blank envelope, without breaking the seal, aiid sent it back. Verily, women are strange enigmas, even to themselves ! Ernestine herself could scarcely have told why she kept the broken silver coin but she kept it. The short, threatening October day was drawing to a close ; the fiery belt across the western sky was flaming sullenly athwart the skeleton woods, and shedding a sort of aureole round Ernestine Cady's slender figure as she hurried on through the yellow, rustling drifts of fallen leaves, carrying a heavy basket on her arm. J ust as pretty as the rosy Tina cf two years since, but paler, graver, and more' sedate. Trouble had besieged the family since their migration to the grand domains of the Far West. Tina had learned the serious part cf life's lesson, and she had learned it well. - She lifted the latch cf the rudely con structed log house and entered, with as sumed cheerfulness on her face. "How are you now, father?" "Better, 1 think. Come to the fire, Tina you must be'ccld !" "Xot a bit. Has mother come back ?" "No ; it's very strange she stays so long. I suppose Mrs. Ebbetts has a great deal to say, though. I don't wonder your mother is glad to get away from a sick room for a while." . He spoke a little bitterly, and Tina winced as she listened, knowing that her mother had made an excuse cf some neigh borly errand to dispose in the nearest vil lage of such poor J i ttle odds and ends of gold chains, pins, and rings as yet remain ed to their diminished estate. Was there anything wrong in this pious fraud ? Ti na alciostTfelt as if there was. It was not pleasant to be poor. "She will be homo soon, father," said Tina. "Only see what a basketful of cranberries I have gathered out in the swamp ! This will make the barrclful, and Mr. Siguet has promised to send it to New York with his. Don't they look like red jewels, father ? And the money will buy you a new coat." lie smiled faintly. "I think it had better buy my little girl a new dress. Shall I help you to pick them over ?" . "I had rather do it myself, father, and you must try to sleep a while." Half an hour later, Tina came through the room with a scarlet shawl thrown over her head, and a wistful, scared look in her eyes. "You arc not going out again, my child r "Only up to the cranberry swamp, fath er. ' It isn't dark yet. I have lost some- 1 ? n rr ;V ribbon or a collar, I suppose," said Mr.; Cady to himself, as he lay watching the crimson glare of the October sunset ; while Tina, puttiug aside low, tangled bushes, and searching bits of rank "and swamp grass, was repeating to herself, in quick, nervous words: . "How, could I lose it ! I be so careless !" Oh, how could But the search was all in vain, and the chill twilight sent her home, dispirited and unsuccessful. And Ernestine Cady cried herself to sleep that night, just because she had lost the broken foilvcr coin. "You'll be sure to come, Mr. Medway ? 1 x wane to introduce tuc succes&lul author to lay friends. You are t5 "be'my lion. You will come ?" "Certainly, I will come if you wish it." Bruce Medway went dreamily on his way, and Mrs. Lyman whispered to one of her fashionable friends that "she was quite sure Mr. Medway had been crossed in love he was so deliciously melancholy." The table was superbly spread Mrs. Lyman's dinners were always comme il faut and, through the sparkle of cut glass and translucent glow of painted chi na you saw baskets and epergnes and pyr amidal bouquets of maguifieeut hot-house flowers. As one of the Beau Brummels of the d:iy said,. "It was like looking at a beautiful picture to dine with Mrs. Ly man. The dessert was in its first stages when the pretty hostess leaned coaxingly across to Mr. Medway. "Do try some of these little cranberry pates, Mr. Medway; I have just received a barrel of the most delightful cranberries Irom my dear old uncle .bignet, m Iowa. Bruce was idly striking his fork into the little crimson circlets, quite unconscious of what he was eatinir, "les, th ey are very nice," he said me chanically. And then he bent down t-o see what bit of esiraiicou.-; Into Mlt was glimmering through the ruby trauslu ceney. Only a broken silver coin. lie took it out and looked at it, the fa miliar date and die, all unconscious of the buzz of voices and rinsr of idle laughter all around him looked at it with a vague su perstitious thrill stealing all over his na ture and he could almost hear his pulses beat under his soft pressure of the ether li--' of silver pi.'-o, ' i 'or lio still wore it next his heart. "From Iowa;d:d you say, Mrs. Lym: lives in the far West." "What part of Iowa is that that pro duces such a harvest of cranberries ?" "Datcrsville, I believe, near the Owascn river." And then the conversation branch ed off into some different channel. Bruce Medway had found out all that he wished to ascertain on that one occasion. "A-, toke-n and a summons to him, wherever he might be !" Bruce remem bered the words he had spoken two years ago, and his loyal heart gave a great leap as the memory flooded it with warmth and brightness. "Cranberries yes I remember 'em," said old Squire Signet, biting the end of his cedar pencil. "Crop was uncommon good this fall ; old Cady's daughter brought them here to sell by the peck." To sell ! Bruce began for the first time to appreciate the tide of trouble that eddied Around the serene little islct'ofErnestine's heart. "Where do they live Mr. Cady's fam ily, I mean V "See that or' old blasted pine down in the holier? Well, just "beyond there a road leads down past Cady's. Won't stop a little longer ? Well, good evenin' Squire." And Bruce Medway walked down thro' the orange twilight to where the skeleton arm of the blasted pine seemed to point to a light in a far-off window walked to meet the dearest treasure of his heart ! Through the uncurtained panes he could see the tiny room all bright and ruddy with cheery fire-light ; the slender, drooping fig ure sitting alone on the hearthstone with its golden shine cf hair and the thoughtful bend of its neck. And he opened the door softly and went in. "Tina I" She put back her hair with both hands, and looked at him as if she fancied her self under the delusion of some spell. "You summoned me, and I have come. Tina, my love, shall the old times return to us once more ? Shall we be all the world to each other once again ?" It was full nine o'clock by the silver studded time-piece of the stars before Bruce Medway rose to take his departure. "But tell me one thing, Bruce," said Ernestine, laying her hand lightly on his, a.3 they stood protracting their lover-like adicux on the door-stone by the frigid moonlight, "what did j'ou mean when you said I had summoned you V He drew a little box from his breast pocket, and smilingly held up a bit of silver. "And I wear its mate close to my heart, Tina !" "Bruce surely that is not ray half of the coin ?" "It teas your half, Tina." "And where did you find it '" "One of these days I will tell you, dear not in a very romantic juxtaposition, however. You remember what I said to you when wo divided the silver piece be tween us ?" As if Tina had for gotten one word or syllable of those old days. The iron hand of time has swept away all those tokens of lang syne now. Mr, Medway is a middle-aged, bald-headed member of societ, and Mrs. Medway has white hairs mixed with the golden bright ness of her braids ; but she keeps the worn bit of silver and its sweet associations still, and believes most firmly in true-love and romance. Diamona Cut Diamond. Some time since a gentleman, whom we will call Mr. A., purchased a piece of ground in Jlurray-street, on winch was an old building, which he proceeded to tear down, intending to erect in its place a building more suitable for the transaction of h is business. About the same time an other gentleman, whom we shall call Mr. B., purchased the adjoining lot, and pro ceeded in the same manner to take down the old building standing upon it, so that the work of demolition proceeded upon both at the same time. After this had been concluded, Mr. A. being ready to build himself, and supposing quite natural ly that his neignbor would prefer building at the same time, paid him a visit in rela tion to the matter, when he was boorishly informed by Mr. B. that he should "build when he pleased." Of course, as Mr. A. could not gainsay his right in this respect, the only method left for him was to go on by himself. This he accordingly did, and hud progressed so far as to have his build ing "covered in," when lie was surprised one day by a visit from his irate neigh bor. "Sir," said Mr. B., "you arc an inch on my ground." 3!r. A. rejoined that he thought it must be a mistake. "No, sir, it is no mistake you are an inch on mv ground." "Well," rtturncd 3Ir. A., "all I can say is, if it is so, I am very sorry, and it is al together unintentional: but I am willing to pay whatever the land is worth." "I want no pa', sir," answered Mr. B , "I want my land." "Sir," said Mr. A., "I see it is hopeless to compromise this matter with you, and I will give ycu double whatever you say the land is worth, rather than take down u:y wall." "I want no money I want my land," persisted the stubborn 3Ir. B. Argument and entreaty were alike una vailing, and Mr. A. accordingly proceeded to take down and rebuild his wall. lie was permitted to finish his building now without fur titer interruption. Shortly afterward Mr. B. concluded to build on his 1-jt, and masons and carpen ters were set at work to accomplish the object. The work progressed finely story after story went up t:s if by magic j and our friend B. watched the operations day by day with increasing interest, with confident anticipation cf being able to occupy the premises by a certain period. At length the building was entirely finished from the foundation to capstoue ; the workmen had departed with their tools ; the rubbish had been cleared away, and Mr. B. was com placently congratulating himself on its successful accomplishment, when he was astonished by a visit from his neighbor Mr. A. "Sir," said he, "T am sorry to inform you that you are an inch on my ground." "Pooh, nonsense 1" returned Mr. B. "It's no nonsense at all," said Mr. A. ; "I tell you that you are an inch cn my ground." "Why, how can that be ?" blustered Mr. B., "when I have only built up to your wall ?" "Ah ! that's it !" in the driest manner possible, answered Mr. A. Our friend, Mr. B., was somewhat dumb founded. "Send for a surveyor, sir," at lenuth he exploded, "and we'll see about this." The surveyor was accordingly sent for, who after a careful measurement of the re spective premises, reported to the crestfal len 31 r. B. that it was indeed too true he was occupying an inch more land than he was entitled to. A proposition to buy ihat inch coming, it must be confessed, with bad grace from him was now ad vanced by 3Ir. B. "No, sir," returned 3L?. A., "I shall not sell ; you cannot offer me money enough to buy that inch of land. Take down yotir wall, sir, down with it to the foundations; I want my land." Mr. B. came to the conclusion that the game was decidedly against him, and yield ed with the best gracf he could. The wall was taken down and rc-crccted, and so very careful was our particular friend this time not to trespass that he built an inch short of where he had a light to go. It is, per haps, unnecessary to explain to the reader that Mr. A. had done the same thincr in the first iustance. "That man," saj-s Sidney Smith, "is not the discoverer of art who first says the things ; but he who says it so. lung, so loud, and so clearly that ho compel man kind to hear him." You can't preserve happy family pilrs in domestic jars. TSRMS:9'00 PE:!l AXKU3I. NUMBER 30. Anecdote of the ESdcr ISootli. Mr. F.lilyu Burritt contributes to Pack ard's Monthly an interesting artich under the title of "Breathing a Living Soul into Dead Words," ia which the following an ecdote is told of the cider Booth : "The elder Booth was a man who threw into his impersonations an amount of heart and soul which his originals could scarce ly have equaled. He did Puchar i III. to the life, and more. He had made human passions, emotion and experiences his life's study. He couid not only act but feel rage, love despair, hate, ambition, fury, hope and revenge, with a depth and force, that half amazed his auditors. He could transmute himself into the hero of his im personation, and he could breathe a power into other men's written words, which, perhaps, was never surpassed. And what is rather temarkable, when he was inclined to give illustrations of the faculty to private circles of friends, he nearly always selected some passages from Job, David or Isaiah, or other holy men of old.- When an aspir ing young Professor of Harvard University went to him by night, to ask a little advice or instruction in qualifying himself for an orator, the vetern tragedian opened tho Bible and read a few verses from Isaiah in a way that made the Cambridge scholar tremble with awe, as if the prophet had risen from the dead and were uttering hi3 sublime visions in his ears. He was then residing in Baltimore, and a pious urbane old gentleman of that city, hearing cf his wonderful power of elocution, one day in vited him to dinner, although strongly de precating the stage, and all the theatrical performances. "A large company sat down to the ta ble, and. on returning to the drawing room one of them requested Booth, as a special favor to them all, to repeat the Lord's Prayer. He signified his willingness to gratify them, and all eyes were fixed upon him. He slowly and reverently rose from his chair, trembling with the burden of two great conceptions. He had to realize the character, attributes and presence of the Almighty Being he was to address. He was to transform himself into a poor, sinning, stumbling, benighted, needy sup pliant offering homage, asking bread, par don, light and guidance. Says one of the company present: It was wonderful to watch the play of emotions that convulsed hia countenance. He became deathly pale, and his eyes, turned tremblingly upwards, wore wet with tears. As yet he had not spoken. The silence could be felt; it had become absolutely painful, until at last the spell w as broken as if by an electric shock, as his rich-toned voice, from white lips, syllabled forth "Our Father, which art in He j von," &c , with pathos and fervid sol emnity that thrilled all hearts. He finish ed ; the silenced continued; not a vorco was heard nor a muscle moved in his rnpfc aulience, until, from a remote corner of the room, a subdued sob was heard, and the eld gentleman (the host) stepped for ward with streaming eyes and tottering frame, and seized Booth by the hand. 'Sir,' said he, in broken accents, 'you have afforded me a pleasure for which my whole future life will feel grateful. I am an old man, and every day, from boyhood to the present time, 1 thought I had icpeated tk Lord's Prayer; but I never heard it before, never.' "You are right,' replied Booth. 'To read that prayer as it should be read caused me the severest study and labor for thirty year?, and I am far from being satisfied with the rendering of that wonderful pro duction. Hardly one person in ten thou sand comprehends how much beauty, ten derness tuid grandeur can be condensed in a space so small and in words so simple. That prayer itself sufficiently illustrates the truth of the Bible, and stamps upon it the seal of divinity.' 'So great was the effect produced,' sa's our informant, 'that conversation was sustained but a short time longer, in subdued monosyllables, and almost entirely ceased, and soon after, at an early hour, the company broke up and retired to their several homes, with sad faces and full hearts.' " Hard ok TnE Engineer.. An engin eer on the O. & M. II. II. tells the fjllow story on himself: One night the train stopped to wood and water at a small sta tion in Indiana. While this operation was going on I observed two green looking countrymen, in "humspuu," curiously in specting the locomotive and occasionally giving vent to expressions of astonishment. Finally one of them looked up at me and said : "Stranger, are this a locomotive ?" "Certainly. Didn't vou ever sec one be fore V "No, haven't never saw one afore. Me'n Bill come? clown to the station to-night pur pose to see one. Them's the biter, ain't it." "Yes, certaiuly." "What j er call that you're in V We call this the can." 1 "And this big wheel ':" i That's the driving wheel." "Be vou the engineer wot rans the uii i chine?'" i ' nni the engineer." I "Bill,"' said the fellow t" his mtte 1 after eyeing ui2 closely for a lew minutes, ; -t't Jon't t'.tlce much of a mm to be an (ii i'jicrr, i'j is. j "-All aboard I"