In The Midst Of Life He Was In Business

On Washington strcet, Boston, the other afternoon, tho mass of snow froiu tho roof of a high building began to slide, and feil in a white and smothoring cascade upon tho crowded sidewalk. One unfortunato rnan was cauht by it aml corupletoly buried from s'ght. Immediately tho people who had avoided a share in his misfortune rushed to his assistance. One man groped into tho snow and caught him by the leg; anothor got a purchase on his arm, and others gripping him by clothing and body, in duo time he was brought to his feet again. He presented a sorrowful speetacle, however. His hat looked like a half-inflated concertina, his coat was torn, and his collar hung only by the button on the back of his shirt, and whereverhe disclosed a lodging place for the snow in his raiment or person, there the chilling elemeni had establishcd itself. He was apparently lifeless, aUo, and a great crowd collected, withevery manifestatiou of sympathy. The stranger soon revived, he sighed and opened his eyes, the flush of lito roturned to his ashen cheek. He saw tho concourse about him and smiled, opened his mouth to speak, and as the peoplo crowdod around to hear him, said: "Ah - h! that was a narrow escapo for me. The porils of winter, even in this températe zone, are indeed fearful. But how muah more terrible are they in the frozen rogions of the pole. I have hore" - and he openod a sachel which had survived the shook - ('tho new book describing the sufferings and death of the De Long party, for which I am taking subscriptions and which I should be pleased to sell yon at"- but hero somebody yelled that another snow-s'.ide was coming, and tho crowd vanished liko smokc.