"When I get down to husks I'll look up my locoed parent." "The Bird of Time," said the Transient vociferously, "hash but a little way to flutter.

Cash in! The bird ish on the wing! Tomorro'sh tangle to the winds reshign.

Come, all ye midnight roish-roishterers! A few more kindly cupsh for Auld Lang Shine.

Then let ush eshcort thish highwayman to the gatesh of the city and cash him forth to outer darknesh! Let ush shing! _I stood on a flush at midnight_, _When my money was nearly gone_, _And two moonsh rosh over the city_ _Where there shouldn't have been but one_." * * * * * In Ohio, one of rough appearance, clad in a fire-new, ready-made suit, began to pervade Thompson's car; restlessly rushing from one side to the other in conscientious effort to see all there was to be seen; finally taking to the vestibule as affording better conveniences for observations.

He was, however, not so absorbed in the scenery but that he took sharp note of the cowboy's unsophisticated garb and guileless mien.