His Life Was Saved

"i never near oí anyone Delng orownea that I don't think of an ainusing accident which happened to me once," said Clerk Donal, of the coroner's office, while in one of his reminiscent moods the other day to a Philadelphia North American man. "It happened while I was working in the navy yard." "Let's have it." "I was working on the stern of a vessel, and I was walking along with a hatchet in one hand and a saw in the other, when I lost my balance and plunged into the ríver. I didn't want to lose my tools, so I struck out for the shore, and never worked so hard in my Ufe as I did then, for I was working for my Ufe. I plunged and spluttered and pu8hed untü I was near the shorc, when my breast struck something1, and as I dropped my legs they struck something which I soon found to be mud." "Didn't anybody go to your assistance?" "No. They stood on the shore laughing1 at me, and when I found I had run ashore they wanted to know if they should send for a tug to pull me off. When I made an investigation I found the water was not over four feet deep in the deepest part, and that I could have waded ashore with the greatest ease. I was mad, of course, but after I got on dry land I could see the ludicrous side of the affair, and I have a hearty chuckle to myself every time I think of it now, although it happened a good many years ago."