A good story is told of a tramp who, some months ago, hailed from the North, and ahead of him carne the report of his unmitigated cheek in his manner of bumrning along the road. On arriving at a station he would cali up every lomiger and fellow-passenger, and order the drinks or cigara for all hands. After the usual ceremony of wiping, dtc, he would wink at the barkeeper and say, " That's on me." The astonished cocktail-diluter would naturally inquire, " Who in the thunder are you ?" The bummer would lay one hand on his revolver and make the rather heavy statement, "My name is Poker Bill. I have traveled all the way from Omaha on this." That was the news the stagedrivers imparted at a place not a great way trom Independence, and a few days later along carne the irrepressible individual from Omaha. The proprietor of the station had been l'orewarned, but he set up the refreshments, and the same performance above described was enacted until " Poker Bill " started to teil how he had traveled all the way from Omaha, when he suddenly found himself looking down the muzzle of a huge Oolt's pistol in the hands of tho barkeeper, who quietly informed the bummer that he had traveled far enough. "Poker Bill " did not even demur, but paid his bilí like a little man, remarking something about the people being so particular about trines. - Mayo (Cal.) Independent. A TOURIST describes the sale of snails in the town of Tivoli, near Kome, sis a souroe of mueh profU to the peasant3 of that diftfcriot in rainy woathev, when liia curious edible is abundant in the olive groves. The flavor is pronounced deliokras, more so than scollops or oysters. When artistically cooked, the reluctant foreigner does not long decline this muoh-despised crustácea. The cooked snail is f nrtlier said to possess the quality of restoring tone to the coating of the stomach when badly injored by strong drink.