No Harm Done

Colonel Nat Hammond was on the train, not long ago, when a lank, , quiring looking stranger moved across the aisle and took a seat ny bim. He gazed at Colonel Hanimimd att.entivoly ( íor a full minuto, and thou said: 'Howdy do?" i "I am" walt sir," replied Colonel Hammond. A pauso fov nbnut two minutos; then: "What might your name be?" "My name is Hammond, sir." A still longor pause, and then; "I hope there ain't no harm done?" "There is not, t-ir!" Anembarrassingsilonco, duringwhich the itranger oontemplftted Colonel Hammond closely; tlicn. "You see, I've got an unclo iivos up in Teonesseo. that I ain't uever si-en, and I tbought I might come up on him some time by ji.st asking folks their ñames!"- Atlanta Constüulion. - The Oregonian says that tho unfamiliar sight of a man dressod in buckskin ws een on tho streets of Portland recently. He was an old trapper from Montana, who had become disgusted with that territory on account of the railroad there, and ia now on hisway to Alaska, where he can trap beaver in pece.