Yes,' says he, looking at the clock, 'he's been there these ten minutes.' "But seeing my poor wife's distracted histarricle state, this good-naterd man says, 'I think, my dear, there's a way to ease your mind.

We'll know in five minutes how he is.' "'Sir,' says she, 'don't make sport of me.' "'No, my dear, we'll TELEGRAPH him.' "And he began hopparating on that singlar and ingenus elecktricle inwention, which aniliates time, and carries intellagence in the twinkling of a peg-post.
"'I'll ask,' says he, 'for child marked G.W.

273.' "Back comes the telegraph with the sign, 'All right.' "'Ask what he's doing, sir,' says my wife, quite amazed.

Back comes the answer in a Jiffy-- "'C.

R.Y.