Sergeant Mccomb Relates His Experience In Illinois

Krom the St. Lewis Democrat. I spent the Fourth of July in apart of Illinois where the farmers hadn't any rain for a month and were praying for it to come. I was in the house of one of these farmers, astrongbeleiver in the eflicacy of prayer, and hetold me he thought that the Lord was sending them the drouth to punish them for their wickedness. After dinner I went out into the woods and lay down under a tree. Pretty soon a big dead limb dropped ofï a tice close to my head. I had lived in the country long enough to know that was a good sign of approaching rain. Then, a little while more I heard a toad chirp. Rain sign No. 2! Then I heard a ram-crow caw and 1 sat upto listtin. Sign No. 3! Presently I heard a loco motive whistle and the train rumble over a track I knesv was liiteen niile. away. Bign No. 4! I got up and went into the housi and told my fiiond that I had beun out praylny for rain to come boforo night, and artdcd that Iwas conlident of getting what I wanted. He looked at me mourniully and said in a hopeless way that he euessed nbt. It waf not for an irreligious man froTn St. Louis to come ont there and outpraj all the pood ppople ol that neighborhood . I took him out in the yani and showed him the clouds. "Oh,1 said he, with a eheerfulness, "that'll pass atound us. We've had that to occur before." But I made him make everything secure and beforelone there carne alont; a rain tliüt would have drowned a man if he had been out ïu it. The farmer was in eest acies and would have canonized me if he had known how. I lett while my laurels were green, and I suppose my friend hasen't yet decided whether or not ] posess supernatural powers. "James," said a Michigan street wiíe to her husband, "what's this anti-poverty assoriation I read much about in the newspapers?" "It's a 'sociation to make us poor lolks rich." "And what'II happen to the folks that are rich now?" "They'll all be made poor."-