A LOOSE RAIL DID IT.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 1583, 1 April 1887, Page 3

A LOOSE RAIL DID IT.

Hi) walked serenely up Street. Content was on his face. There was not a wrinkle in his shining shirt front, not a misplaced fold in the light-blue scarf that surrounded the high, spotless, shining collar, and had its ends tucked in through the open front of that shining shirt front. Tae very cane he swung jauntily in his right hand seemed to sparkle with cloanliness and i painstaking care. Those pateatleather shoes, so taper, so neat; splendidly Acting suit of light bannockburn, with just the precise " bag" and just the ! precise sdut lay over those pat>nt i leathers. Why, he was the embodiment of Deatness. Ha lived to look neat. He succeeded and was happy. " The devil !" He said it. H 8 meant much more. He wag gazing at a street car, fast . disappearing down Sixth Street. "Great S;ott!" Tae gatheriog crowd thought it Bmelied like sulphur and looked pityingly on the unfortunate young man. Beads of perspiration were on his face. Great splotches of mud were there, too. Splotches of mud were everywhere on that unhappy young man, and everywhere ha was working hard with a blue-bordered handkerchief to remove one or two. His stiff, straight-bri aimed straw hat was full of ihe black, slimy Btreet mud. His patent leather boots were full of it, and over all the intervening space huge black patches appeared. He brushed and swore and gazed on the car. He swore some more, saw a loose rail on the street-car track which, as every vehicle passed, sent up a shower of the black liquid. Then he adjourned to a saloon and swore some more. — Sunday Leader.