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Show His First Trip to Town. Abner Dungrass, from away up beyond be-yond the White Mountains, had penetrated pene-trated to the Hub. It was Abuer's first visit to the city iu fact, his first trip away from home, says the N. Y. Ledger. A relative, doing business iu the metropolis, had spent the previous slimmer slim-mer with Abner's parents.and in return for many kinducsses.he had invited his frieuds of the country farm to visit hiiu in his city home. And thus Abner chanced to be in Boston, and was now dining at a hotel with his host. At first our countryman hardly knew what to do with himself at tho won-drously won-drously laden table. His relative, observing ob-serving his hesitation, whispered to him: "Don't be backward, Abner; help yourself to just what you like." By and by a gentleman sittiug oppo-lto oppo-lto "directed ft waiter to biinj him a plato of ieo cream. The cream was brought and the gentleman gen-tleman fjet it down before him while he Ii'' '.shed a dish of scallops. Abner loo'.ed up aud saw the delicate-looking mass in the plate not far away. It was triopling, nnd he reached forth and took it. Ho had put a spoonful of the frozen mixture into his mouth, and was hesitating between surprise and delight, de-light, when the gentleman opposite rather abruptly and not very pleasantly pleasant-ly spoke: " "Well, my friend, that's what I should call decidedly cool." Yaas," responded Abner, innocently, innocent-ly, wheu ho had swallowed tho frigid morsel. "It's about the coldest pudd'n 1 ever tasted. 1 swau tew man! ef I don't believe it's really teched with frost!" |