It Was General Grant

The New York Tribune relates this : A lady who was anxious to send two little girls down to Elberon the other day brougbt them to Pier No. S and asked one of the officers of the boat if it connected with "the 2:30 train at. Sandy Hook for Long Branch." Shewas answered in the affirmative, but being imeasy about the safe conduet oL her little charges, whom she explainedi ' she wasTiot to accompany, she asked; "Areyou quite snre?" A short, stout, rnddy-faced man who waa standing near by turued at this, thiew nway t half-smoked cigar, and answered for the boat's officer : "Yes, madam," he said, "this is the boat." Shelookedup at the speaker, a stranger, and was about to thank him when he added : "I am going to the end of the route and I will see that the children are safe." The lady looked at him so searchingly and possibly so suspiciously that he flushed up for a moment and Bald, "O, Til take goocl care of them if you will trust them to me. I am General Grant." "So you are!" cxclaimed tbi lady as she recognized the face wliieh painting and photography have made, so familiar for the last twenty years. She gladly placed the girls in sucb distinguished care, and was equally grateful and amused to see the General and his little charges in conversation on the deck of the boat asit moved off.