'Were it not tor leaving you I should
love to quit It.'
'Oh, my dear,' eagerly responded the
fellow, -how can you thin I would
interfere with your happiness! Goby
all means.'
The lady got well.
A facetious brakeman the Central
Pacific railroad cried out as the train
was about entering a tunnel: "This
tunnel is one mile long and the train
will be four minutes passing through
it." The train dashed into daylight
again in four seconds, and the scene in
the car was one for a painter. Seven
young ladies were closely pressed by
fourteen pair of masculine arms, four
teen pair of lips were glued together
and two dozen inverted wnlsky flasks
Mashed In the air.
On a certain occasion Edward Everett
visited the composing loom of the
Boston Adrertuer at a late hour, to read
a proof of an oration which he had
failed to see at an earlier hour. Ex
tremely particular about his style, he
was altering sentences and making ail'
ditions while the forms were wailing,
which so irritated the forman that he
roared out: "Cut it short, Everett
confound it, cut It short. There's no
time now for patching up bad English.
