Rensselaer Union, Volume 11, Number 30, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 April 1879 — He Was a Diplomat. [ARTICLE]

He Was a Diplomat.

A very tall man with sandy chin whiskers entered the door. The car was full, and the only seat unoccupied by two persons was filled with a valise, a’ bundle, a shawl and a thin woman of thitry-five, with the latest style of red hair and false teeth. The man with the sandy whiskers, feeling a systematic bond drawing him toward the woman's red hair, touched her on the shoulder and said: “ Is this seat engaged?” “ Yes, it is,” snapped the woman, swelling up ip the seat, that the man might observe no possible room. “ Ah?” murmured the man, in a pleasant tone. Then he went and stood by the stove and mused for a while. Presently he returned to the scene of his rebuff, and leaning on the arm of the seat said softly: { “ I beg your pardon, madam, but as I was standing by the stove your features struck me familiarly. Did you ever attend a Presidential reception at Washington?” “No, l never did,” replied the woman, but in a milder voice than she had at first assumed. — “Then you will please pardon me,” said the man, with an apologetic air; “ the mistake was occasioned by your close resemblance to a young lady from Philadelphia, who made her debut that season, and whom I had the pleasure of meeting. She was considered the belle of the season.” “ No—l never was in Washington,” remarked the woman, in a mollified tonet —» ; —- “ It is strange how much you resemble the young lady in question,” pursued the man. “ The hair is the same golden hue, and while her features may hot have been so clear-cut and Grecian in their—but there, excuse me, Lam annoyiug you,” and the tall man started away. - “Don’t hurry,” said the woman, pleasantly, “There doesn’t appear to do many empty seats; won’t you sit here?” and she picked up her numerous baggage. The man with the sandy whiskers didn't know', tyut finally accepted the invitation, and in an incredibly brief space of time had the valise and bundle in the rack above, the shawl tucked around the window to exclude the draft, and was regaling the red-headed woman with a choice collection of aneodotes, that kept her laughing till the passengers could see the gums of her false teeth.— Hockland Courier. Lake Erie is only sixty to seventy feet deep. But Lake Ontario is 59 2 feet deep, 230 feet below the tide level of the Ocean, oc. as low as most parts of the Gulf of »t. Lawrence, and the bottom of Lakes Huron, Michigan and Superior, although the surface is much higher, are all, from their vast depths, on a level with the bottom of Ontario. Now, as the discharge through tho River Detroit, after allowing for the probable portion carried off by evaporation, does not appear by any means equal to the quantity of water which the three upper lakes receive, it has been conjectured that a subterranean river may run from Lake Superior, by Huron, to Lake Ontario. — The American Ship.