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Show WHERE HADES IS LOCATED Druinmcr'li Ccn.'iJ-nt He Knows the Spot and Gives Good Reason for His Assertion. - -. laMn Tho burnlnc of a mnll enr on tho Now York Central road near Syracuso reminded a man who read of It of tho burning of a sleeping car, and that led up to another story touching upon tho gcogrnphlcnl location of hell. "I left Quebec in tao face of a snowfall snow-fall Into in the day, for St. John, N. B.," ho said. "Thoro was only one sleeping car on tho train. Tho routo was tho old Intercolonial railroad, which I bellovo was built primarily for military purposes. At tho tlmo I speak of tho service had not been noticeably Improved. "I turned Into my bunk early In tho night to keep from freezing. Frequently Fre-quently I heard nnd felt tho train creeping along as if the engineer had lost his way. "About 1 o'clock in tho morning tho conductor stirred mo up with tho Information In-formation that tho car was on fire and wo would havo to turn out. Nona ot tho occupants seemed alarmed or Inclined to movo. Wo got up leisurely. leis-urely. "As soon as wo got our traps together to-gether and passed Into an ordinary passenger car ahead, tho train was uncoupled from tho sleeper, and wo simply watched tho coach burn until thero was nothing left except its iron framo. This tho crow removed from tho tracks and then our train pulled out. "Thcro was no system of heating coaches on tho Intercolonial at the time ot which 1 speak except by a wood stove. All the fuel was consumed con-sumed and the passengers huddled and chattered nnd sworo tho balanco of tho night. Ono man frozo his noso trying to look through a frosted glass. "Tho engineer mado no effort to mako time. Wo got to an eating station sta-tion about 10 o'clock in tho morning, four hours late. Tho chap who ran tho place had given us up and gono to bed. "Wo routed him out nnd ho gave us what he had prepared. It was frozen; everything was frozen. It wai Sunday, nnd the Scotch Sunday law woro In force, to that wo could get nothing to warm us up. Tho chap who rnn tho eating houso said ho had no fuol with which to preparo coffeo. "Wo reached St. John somo ttmo after noon. Wo nppoalcd to tho landlord land-lord to glvo us toddy, but tho wretch said It was Sunday and he couldn't do It. Ho finally told us a place just ouUtdo of town where ono of his countrymen ventured to vlolato the law. "I hired a sleigh nnd drovo about flvo miles, according to tho drlvor's count, but I don't think ho had any moro conception of distance than ho bad of the canals of Mars. When I go't to tho shanty on the outskirts the proprietor Informed thnt ovcry drop ot liquor In his place was frozen solid. "In a fit of disappointment I crlod out: '"This Is hell!" "Tho old proprietor replied: 'In-dcod, 'In-dcod, you aro right. This bit ot cold, sir, has so completely upset all my religious belief about hell that I did not venturo to church. From my youth up I havo been taught to bellovo In a hot hell; but you nro right, sir. Hell is a placo where they freczo tho tipple' tip-ple' "I was In no mood to appreciate hit wit " 'Hell,' I said, 'Is in Canada, on the Intercolonial railroad, nnd In St John.' "Ho looked at mo as kindly ns he was capablo of looking and replied: "'Wo differ geographically, but wo nro agreed on tho main lssuo. It's hell wherever tho whisky froezos.' "Llko tho llttlo cottngo girl of Wordsworth, ho would havo his way, and I loft him so." |