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Show AN EPISODE. A young gentlemen well and favorable known in this city was at the ball in Logan Hall on Friday evening. He was not there alone, however, but was accompanied by a charming young lady, no so well but quite as favorably known as himself. Some time was pleasantly spent at the ball; but the sleighing outside was magnificent; ever and anon they could hear the merry chimes of bells and the still merrier laugh and song of riders; and, above all, the gentleman had a prancing team and a smoothly gliding cutter waiting at home for his use. The attraction was too great to be resisted; so they left the "madding crowd," and in a few minutes-snugly ensconced beneath warm robes they were skimming along to the music of the bells and the song of their own hearts. So far all was gladsome poetry-then came the dreadful tragedy. About a mile or two from the hall the sleigh was upset; the gentleman and lady were landed in a snow bank; and the horses ran away. They were found the day after at the mouth of Green Canyon. Hanging the now useless robes on a fence, the dancers returned to the ball with a mutual agreement not to reveal anything in relation to the occurrence. How well it has been kept all their friends know by this time. |