An Interesting Reunion At The Centennial

The Exhibition grounds have already become noted because of the frequency with which visitora meet friends and even relatives whom they have lost sight of for many years. This morning, in one of the pleasant corners of Agricultural hall, I noticed three or four hardhanded and bronze-cheekod men, evidently farmers, who stoodabout a fencepost-hole boring machine. They were all dressed in what somebody has called "store clothes," and, with their wives, were listening most attentively to a dried-up little old man, who explained ;he merits of the machine, and inlormed ;hem with the air of an oracle, that "a 'ence to be a fence should be horse high, ïog safe, and buil strong," and that "the f enees of this, 'ere country, sir, nave cost more tnan all the houses, jhurches, and shipping." Af ter carefully examining the machine, and duly jraising its merits, one of the men, a all, thin, long-spoken Western farmer, )egan to teil about some fence-posts ihat he had on nis farm which had stood 'or twenty years, and were still sound. At this a jolly-faced little old fellow, dressed in a blue coat, buttoned up to his chin, nodding to his neighbor in a friendly way, and smiling pleasantly, said : " Wel), now, that's not bad, but, would you believe it, I have on my place a well-post that has stood for nigh eighty years, and is just as sound as new oak ?" "Well, now, that is 'markable," said tho Western man. "Yes," continued he of the blue coat, "but the funniest thing about that post is, that tfce top of it is alive and has branches springing f rom it in all directions." While he was telling this apparently simple little story, I noticed that" the wife of the Western man regarded him with an earnestness which was altogether out of proportion to the interest of the narrative. As he concluded, she asked him, " Where be you from, sir V' 'Trom Newton, New Jersey, ma'am," was the reply. "And is Four name Sam B 1" questioned the Lady. "Mercy me, of course it is, and who are you V exelaimed the little man. "Mary Ann T- - , that used to be," replied she, and tlien the little New Jersey farmer put his arm around the neck of that little Western woman and kissed her as if he meant it. Then the pair explained to the good-humored but somewhat astonished husband that Sim was a cousin, and had been an oíd playfellow of Mary Ann, "and,"said she, "I knew it must be you the minute you told about that oíd pump-post with the branches." Then the whole party went off together, telling each other of the strange things that had happened to them during the many years they had