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Show DIDN'T LIKE RAILROADS. CoarVtcnee Impnrtml to m New Vorlior . Iiy ii,Nw Jernryman. It was on a railroad train In tho heart of Now Joreoy, Bays tlio Now York Sun. A passing shower had loft two rain-hows rain-hows in tho sky and a hujjo hank of clouds In tho northwest that attracted nearly ovorybody's attention. All olso, tho trees, tho rod Jorsoy earth, tho' thlstlo-covorod meadows, tho farmhouses, farm-houses, had taken on a hrlfrhtnoss that was rofroshlng to tho Now Yorkor, who had soon nothing but stono pavomonts and crowded at roots for a month. Ono pikssonor failed to approvo tho sccnory and much moro that was ploas-ant ploas-ant and convcnlont for city folks. Ho was an elderly man. with n old-fashioned carpot hag that ho kopt his hand on continually, llo sat opposlto thb pdacotul Now Yorkor, but at tor a tlmo ho morod ovor to sit bosldo him, and brought tho carpot baft along and hold it onhlsknocs. "(loin' fur?" ho askod, with trooo of nnxlpty In his volco. Tho Now Yorker named his destination. destina-tion. "Coin' thoro?" oxclalmod tho strangor stran-gor In astonishment. "Why, so bo I, and I stop at tho station this sldo. I Hvo thero, alwavs did llvo thoro, always will llvo thoro. Travol muoh qn this road?" "A good deal In tho oourso of a year." "So? Woll, don't you think (loaning ovor nnd speaking confidentially) this Is tho darndost. meanest road to rldo on you ovor scon?" "No," replied tho Now Yorkor, "tho road has & pretty good roputttlon, and I'vo soon many a worso ono." "You don't say! Woll, by thundor, I'd rather rldo on my hayrick. Mlsor-ahlest, Mlsor-ahlest, poorest land I over soo around horo. Corn ain't knoo high." "Iu that tho reason you don't llko tho road?" "That's part of It, but taln't all. Git shookon up wuss'n corn In a popper, lly gum, I wouldn't ask ono of my bogs to travol on this road!" "You don't travel' on It much yoursslf, then?" "No, slrrocl Other peoplo can do tho traveling. I'll stay nt homo. Justbo'n to Now York socoud.tlmo In my llfo, 'n 1 won't go agin It I can holp It. Darn- -JlOHVrnU,,iilWi4Jo-."1,"v'wf , Jersoyl" jot- 1 joncjopfljlcgt nud wnl ' rlut,n win- IBHIIHBHBtt lonuo rTnfr?jWPia!io train drew up at n loucsomo station, and tho old man said: "I git out horo, mister, and I'm darned sorry for you that you'vo got to go any further. My horso nnd wagon will ba wnltln' for mo a llttlo ways out from here, nnd, If It'll bo any pleasantor for you, I'll drlvo you as far as I go your way. No? All right, you won't moot mo on another train long's I llvo," nnd ho grumbled his way to tho platform? |