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Show THE HOME, I ON THE WRONG SCENT. A prominent citizen of Washington was travelling over a line of railway' with which he was unfamiliar. At a certain point the road passes a fertilizer fer-tilizer factory, the odor from which is offensive. It is particularly disagreeable dis-agreeable to a lady who is compelled to make the journey daily. As a protection pro-tection from the obnoxious atmospheric, atmos-pheric, she is accustomed to carry a bottle of lavender salts. As the train approached the factory she produced the vial as usual, unstopped un-stopped it and applied it to her nostrils. nos-trils. Presently the odors from the factory began to permeate the car. The Washington man .endured it as long as he felt that he could. At last he rose to his feet, and approaching approach-ing the lady, said, in his most polite manner: "Madam, may I request you to replace re-place tHr stopper in that bottle?" |