Ann Arbor And Anarchy

A rumor spread from the Ferdon luniber yard, Tuesday, that a dynaraite plot of deep, dark and devilish proportions had been unearthed, proving positively that anarchy has had its quarters in the city. That we have not been blown in the direction of the New Jerusalem, is curious. While removing lumber, Foreman Banfield found at the bottom of a pile which had stood for over a year, two mysterious-looking packages, which he eyed with some suspicion, and finally submitted to the inspection of some railroad men. They at once jumped away from him as though he had the small-pox and told him to go to - some other place, with his bundies of mysteries; that they had no objection to his taking a sky trip, but had no stomach for his companionship; that in short, those packages contained dynamite. It was very rash and thoughtless to make this Statement, for Banfield immediately feit the marrow leaking down the hollow of his backbone, his knees knocked together like those of a skeleton, and in his fright he came near letting the deadly stuff drop from his nerveless grip. However, he managed somehow to hang on, and he staggered away, sweating like an ox yoke, to a safe place, where, having said grace, and left some written directions as to where he wanted such pieces of him as could be found, buried, he unwound the packages and found them to contain electric belts. The packages were old, and appeared to have been placed where they were found, by ancestral hands or by aboriginal tramps.