The Man Who Has Been To The Centennial Exhibition

A baehful-appearing man stepped into the Enquirer editorial room the other evening, and edging up to the table of the m'anaging editor, hat in hand, said in a hesitating way : "You like little items f or your paper, I snppose ?" " Certainly," repliod Mr. Cockerill, " a newspaper, like lite, is made np of little items. What have you to offer?" " Well," said the baskíul man, playing with his hat-band, "my name ia Smith - John Smith - and I've jilstgot home." "Glad to seo you back again, Mr. Smith," said Cockerill, "been gone long?" "I have been," said Mr. Smith, with a tremor of pride in his voice, " to the Centennial, and if you want to makc a little uotico " "What!" cried Cockerill, springing tohis f eet, "you 've been to the Centennial? And you' ve got back ? Give us yonr hand; I'm delighted to see you. Spear, let me introduce you to John Smitb. John has been to the Centennial !" Spear shook hands very warmly with Mr, Smith, and then ran to the aperture commuiiicating with the reporters' room and shouted : "O'Shaughnessy, come in here, quick; here's a man that's been to the Centennial." Then O'Shoughnessy bounoed in, followed by his assistants, all of whom embraced the bewildered Smith warmly, and expressed tho gratification it afforded them to meet a man who had been to the great'national Exhibitkra. Word got down staira somehow, and Joe McDowell, Bill Small and Unolo Joe Shadenge came up stairs at a tearing rate, to gaze upon the individual who had been to the Exhibition. It was too much for the modest man to bear, and, murmuring so nething about making an item of his return if they wanted to, he hurried out just in time to meet on the stairs the foreman and thirty-two compositora, all eager to get a glimpae of the mau who had " been to the teiinial. -