Something Of A Sensation

A cigarmaker named Kranich, living on Detroit street, reported to the pólice that lie saw what lie thought was the body of a woman lying on the bottom ot' the river near Geddes while spearing h'sh last April. Kranich and his companion weie frightened and agretd to say nothing about it. Sonie young women who live near there say that they saw an object in the water at that place, which theysupposed to be a dead sheep. Marshal Kweet luis been prospecting the river, but he finds neither sheep nor woman. It is probable that the jack lantern was making faces at the boys. The Poor Boy Didn't Knoiv You Kdow. Wolcott H. Butler, the real estáte man, is one of those versatile geniuses j who can se!l a man any old tliing and rriake the vietim think he isgettingin on the ground floor next to the orches tra, but there are some things even a real estáte man don't know. Mr. Butler drove his horse up to his residence yestcrday noon and being a humane man concluded he vvould unhitch and feed the beast. Of course it's no trick to unbuckle a few straps, but it requires at least an elementiry education in horsemanship to "hook" up a horse and ifter trying for two hours and a half to lind the, lost combination and I incidentally fracturing a good deal of the queen's English. Uutler tied the horse behind the buggy, installecl himself between the shafts and conducted the equipage down to a livery stable for further instructions in the art of hitching up a horse. His feelings, if not his appearance. during this pilgrimage were a sufficient reminder of that nieek and lowly beast of hurden soniötimes called a donkey. His VuiiK Was Dennis. A farmer from the vicinity of Brighton, by the name of üennis, Qlled his skin f uil of hilarity yesterday and thinking our town a Jittle too tanie began to celébrate the passage of the Dinglpy bill by racing his horses up and down the sidewalk. Oílicer CanhVld interrupted his fun and quartered him in the ja.il. He will teil the judge all about it to day.