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Show STUCK ON HIM. Joe Young tells this story, so it must be true: An old man and his wife were making their first trip to the far west to visit the married daughter. They were from the country and their simplicity was a rich treat to all in the Pullman. The first night out the old lady was seen to put her head out between the curtains of their berth and look cautiously about in all directions. It was noted that split-curls, plastered close to the skin, surrounded her sweet old face, and outside these was the ruffle of her night cap. Satisfied that the coast was clear the old lady climbed out with a grip in her hand and made a run for the end of the car. She returned in a minute with a small bundle in her hand, and carefully parting the curtains cur-tains in the berth next her own, leaned in for a brief space of time. Now as it was known to the watcher that a drummer for a wholesale liquor house occupied the berth in question one of those sublime mortals mor-tals who use the earth only as a stepping stone to something more suitable the incident began to grow interesting. The old lady returned to the end of the car, secured se-cured her grip and with it disappeared into her own berth. All became -quiet, but the lull was of short duration. The whole car was startled the next instant with the cry, "Fire! Fire!! Fire!!!" There was a fearful commotion in the berth of the emaculate drummer, and his calls for help were fearful to hear. The porter, the conductor and most of the passengers in the car were on the spot in less time than it takes to tell it. Not a sleeper remained in his burilc; the train was brought to a full stop. Just them the drummer was seen to make a frantic grab for his bosom and pull out An enormous mustard plaster! The good old lady' had put It on the wrong man. |