Rensselaer Union, Volume 7, Number 42, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 July 1875 — The Wrong Man. [ARTICLE]

The Wrong Man.

A London correspondent writes: The following little incident which happened the other day illustrates the necessity of providing more light in the carriages of the Metropolitan Underground Railroad. A gentleman had taken his seat in a sec-ond-class carriage which had already nine occupants. On the side opposite to him sat one of the prettiest women he had ever seen. She had entered the carriage accompanied by an elderly gentleman, who seated himself opposite to her, and whose attentions to the lady left little doubt that they stood to one another in the relation of husband and wife. The light was exceedingly dim when they started. At Victoria Station a boy, who sat next to the elderly gentleman, got out. In consequence of the departure of the boy there was a moving up of the tightly-wedged passengers on that side of the carriage, and the gentleman whom I first mentioned was thus brought right opposite to the lady whose beauty had already attracted his attention, and sat in the position originally occupied by her elderly companion. From Victoria to South Kensington they were left in total darkness, and this is what happened, in the words of the narrator: “A light little hand was laid on my shoulder; I felt a sweet, warm breath fan my face ;,a pair of the sottest, most perfect lips were pressed to mine with a delicious sensation which I cannot describe. Then a little hand slid down my arm, thrilling every nerve in my body, and finally deposited three lozenges in my hand. As we neared the lights of South Kensington Station the hand was withdrawn. May the gentleman on my left ever remaih in blissful ignorance of the mistake made by his better half in the darkness of that tunUel.” Let us echo that wish, and hope that the secret of three lozenges was never divulged. I confess that under .certain circumstances darkness has its advantages —that is to say if you are not traveling with your wife. *

TuEsaverage length of a farmer’s life is sixty-six years, that of a printer thirtythree years. Hence, a healthy farmer, who is inclined to be dishonest, may, by beginning early and enlisting all his en orgies in the work, succeed, in starving two printers to death.— Brunswiiker.