Life's Darkest Moment. The return to the home town of the "local boy" who has made good in the big city is rarely, we have understood, under-stood, what it might be. In connection with this we have to report the particular par-ticular sad experience of a - young banker who, after eight years of ab-: ab-: sence, alighted at the station of the j town of his birth. There was, despite his expectations, no one on the platform plat-form he knew. No. one. Discouraged, he sought out the baggage master, a friend since boyhood. To him at least he would be welcome and he was about to extend a hearty greeting, when the other spoke first. "Hello, George," he said. "Goin' away?" New Yorker.