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We have a little story that we hope all those people who are eternally harp-i ing on the wickednes3 of "drummers" will read and refloct on. We have met hundreds of people, who, if yon teil them a certainman - say a Btranger - is a drummer, will hold up their hands in their horror and declare that there can be nothing good about him. Ia other words, no matter how much of a gentleman he may be, the mere f act of nis being a drummer damns him forever. A little fact has come under our observation that shows what foolishnesa it is to judge a man by his looks. The other day we were on the Chicago & Eastern Illinois road, starting on a shooting trip. Just in front of us were two women - we wqp'tcall them ladies,; for they were of the stripe of women who are regular fanatics and always know more than anybody else, espeaially about other people's business. With them was a poor, hen-pecked looking man, who was probably the husband of one of them. At a station there got on the car a nice looking man with a largo (lat valise in each hand. He was well dressed, wore a duster, and had a good, honest face. He had a sandy beard and light hair, and his face was florid, as is always the case with men of his style. He nodded his head in our direction and sat quietly down in ono of the front seats, and commenced reading the paper. Then the women commenced. "Did you see that nasty drummer git on?" said number one. "Yes," said number two. "I jist despise them. They go aroundlikeapack of wolves and they do anything that's mean and low; I wouldn't trust one of 'em a minute." "How do you know he is a drummer?" meekly interposed the hen-pecked husband. "Know? How do I know?" said number ono. "Why, I can teil 'em as fur as I can see 'em. Them things they cali grip-sacks givo 'em away. This fellow has got two. I guess he's got a lot of samples in one and a big whisky bottle, and a pack of cards, and a whole lot of letters from girls all over the country in the other one. O, I pity his "How do you know he's married?" ventured the husband. "Know! Why them fellers have got wives all over the country. They jist bewitch these innocent girls and marry 'em, and then go off on trips and leaves 'cm, but they generally have one poor wife and a lot of children off Eastsomewhere, and the poor thing has to support 'em all, while the drummer is gaddin' 'round the country playin' cards." "Yes,'1 said number two. "You're jist right; they oughter all be in the penitentiair. They're a depraved set. Now, just look at that fellow's face. See how red it ie? I'll bet he drinks a quart of whisky every day. I never seen anything so red in my life. Now, I just know he's got a big flask in each of them sample cases. And did you see the cheek he had to bow to us when he carne in, and here we never saw him bef ore; the cheeky wretch." Now, we happened to know the gentleman, and knew his business, and we t.hnnght it a firood chance to put in our oar, especially as we knew it was to us he nodded and probably never noticed the virtuous females at all, so putting on a sweet smile, wo leaned forward and said: "Ladies, I see you know something of the world. Drummers are a hard set, aren't they?" They looked at ns a moment, and then said: "Yes, sir, I hope jou doa't associate with them." "O, no, madam, not for the world. I live down in Évansville, and down thero tho people won't walk on the samo side of tho street with them at all." (How was this for gall from a fellow that went on tho road when only seventeen, and drummod tn years?) "Well, I'm glad they treat 'em as they deserve down in Evansville. Do you know that whisky faced feller up in front?" "Never saw him before," said we, with vtruthful air; "but I'd just like to play a trick oa him and make him show thoso whisky bottles he's got ia his valises." "O, wouldn't that be nice," said one; "how could you do it?" "You just leave it to me," we went on. "I'll rope him back here, and teil him that two ladies aro very much intercsted in him, and it will be just like his check to come back and open his valises and show you a lot of letters from girls just to show you what a masher he is." "O, how nice!" they cricd, clapping their hands with glee. "You get him back." We went forward and simply said to tho alleged drummor: "Henson, there are two nice Christian ladies back there. who want to look at your oamploí. I think they can holp you along." Henson threw down his paper and grabbed his valises, and came back. He threw back a seat and while opening the valise said: "Ladies, I thank you for sendinglfor me. I am a minister at Milford, and of course I don't get much salary, and during my summer vacation I try to mako a little money for my wife and babies by working on commission for the American Biblo Society; now, do you seo any of these that you like?" ánd he threw open both valises completcly fillod with copies of the Bible, from the cheapest up to tho nicely 'bound ones that are usually kept on center tables. What the women said we don't know; wo lit out for another car; we didn't want to be snatched bald-headed, hut twe had a kind of a sweet feeling that ¦we had shown thoso vinegar-faced females "that you can't 'most always teil." - Evansville Argus. - Strong carbolic acid is a powerful poison when externally applied. A man, recently, while carrying a pound of it in a bottle in his pocket, broke the jglass. The acid ran over tho surface of one leg. He experiencod little pain, but died two houre after the accident. The