or a mess, only I was afraid a
cuspidore would carom on my jaw. Talk about rest, I would rather go to a
boiler factory.

"Say, I don't know as you would believe it, but at one place I sent some
shirts and things to be washed, and they sent to my room a lot of female
underclothes, and when I kicked about it to the landlord he said I would
have to wear them, as they had no time to rectify mistakes. He said the
season was short and they had to get in their work, and he charged me
Fifth Avenue Hotel prices with a face that was child-like and bland,
when he knew I had been wiping on diapers for two days in place of
towels.

"But I must get off here and see if I can find water enough to bathe all
over. I will see you down town after I bury these clothes."

And the sticky, cross man got off swearing at summer hotels and pirates.
We don't see where he could have been traveling.

THE GOSPEL CAR.

Because there are cars for the luxurious, and smoking cars for those
who delight in tobacco, some of the religious people of Connecticut are
petitioning the railway companies to fit up "Gospel cars." Instead
of the card tables they want an organ and piano, they want the seats
arranged facing the centre of the car, so they can have a full view of
whoever may conduct the services; instead of spittoons they will have
a carpet, and instead of cards they want Bibles and Gospel
song-books.--_Chicago News_.

There is an idea for you. Let some railroad company fit up a Gospel car
according to the above prescription, and run it, and the porter on that
car would be the most lonesome individual on the train. The Gospel hymn
books would in a year appear as new as do now the Bibles that are put up
in all cars. Of the millions of people who ride in the trains, many of
them pious Christians, who has ever seen a man or woman take a Bible
off the iron rack and read it a single minute? And yet you can often see
ministers and other professing Christians in the smoking car, puffing a
cigar and reading a daily paper.

Why, it is all they can do to get a congregation in a church on Sunday;
and does any one suppose that when men and women are traveling for
business or pleasure--and they do not travel for anything else--that
they are going into a "Gospel car" to listen to some sky pirate who has
been picked up for the purpose, talk about the prospects of landing the
cargo in heaven?

Not much!

The women are too much engaged looking after the