Sad Fate of a Baltimobe Drummer Givejj to Music. He had read his papers and didn't know what to do with himself. He had been overthe route so many times that the scenery and brazen signs on the road did not in terest him ; but the pretty girl with a music roll and natty travelling dress did. He caught a glinb of her merry blue eyes as she looked up at him once in indifferenO curiosity, and he had studied the dainty coil of brown hair until he had an impulse to run his pencil through the seductive little curl that strayed over_the back of the seat as she snuggled her head into a comtortable position to sleep, if she wished to. The owner of the curl, how ever, was apparently oblivious to his pre sence.
Presently he took up his paper, and under a pretence of reading, softly whistled ' She's as Pretty as a Picture.' This made no evident impression on the young lady, who was looking dreamily ab the fleeting landscape. Not discouraged, the importunate flirt started off with more insinuating intonations, ' Oh, Eyes so Blue and Tender. ,

The maiden had moved a trifle uneasily, and pressed her face against the window pane. ' A Sweet Face at the Window' readily whistled tha quick-witted tormen tor. There was no mistaking the personal allusion in tho whistle, and the young lady moved as if to change her seat; but an ominous silence following this move, she settled down again to ponder and to dream; ' Oh, Speak to Me, Speak*' whistled the musical fiend with fine inflections, as dramatic as a whistler can make them.
• Baltimore the next station,' announced the conductor.
