“People along the line,” continued the
editor, seating himself, “said there could
be no truth in the rumor. They held
a meeting in our town and got np a pe
tition asking the owners of the road to
“Y'ou seem to be warm,” said the super
intendent. “William hand the gentleman
a fan.”
“Asking the owner of the road to retain
yon," continued the editor, as he accepted
the fan. “They also drew up a memorial
which they requested me to publish. It
was unfortunately crowded out of my last
issue. I knew that it was not of much
importance to yon, as you are in demand
and can of course secure another position
at a much better salary. Well. I must be
going, as I've got considerable knocking
around to do - ”
“Let mo see,” said the railroad man.
“What's yonr name?”
“Andrew J. Beckleton.”
“Thanks. Wait a moment, Mr. Beckle
ton. I always like to meet a man who
can understand a joke, Mr. Beckleton,”
cried the superintendent as he began to
write a card. “Some men haven't sense
enough to take a joke. I have read yonr
paper. Had one here this moring"—
looking around "but my wife sent for it.
Great favorite with her. Here's an an
nual. Mi. Beckleton. Oh.no you needn't
thank me for I assure you that you are
welcome to it.
Diamonds and Gems.
Cincinnati Sun.
