"icee Wagon Comee Nextee."

A short timo ago the hiib of the vraiverse was visiteu by a terrible thunderslorm, accompanied by awell-developerl sample of the Kansas tornado. Many li-es were lost among the shipping aloog the Massachusetts coast, and es'y in Boston harbor. ïhe damage to glasa in the citj of Boston was very heavy. The next day after the storm one iirm on Canal street reported the sale oí two thousand panes of wiudowglass. The whole perfonnance was without a precedent in ïhe menaory of t'io olilest native. The startling appearance of the sky prévious to the bur-ting of theshower warned trayelers and peuestrians to seek cover. Among the many careless ones Cailght out in the storm was George B., a young reporter on the Boston Telephone. He was canght b}T the siiower on Hanover street, and stepped into a doorway to wait nntil the lieaviest was over. George had eompany in the doorway. There were two Cliinese washeewashees from Howard street, and sev'.'i-, less qnenerious looking individuáis, eacli and all of whom, it wouid be safe to say, had notfor a longtimebaek had any very close relations with a laundry. Tlie rain feil in torreuts, and soon great bail-8Mnes struck the sid(?walk and rebounded a few feet in the air. Rushing out in the rain, (he en thusiastic reporter got several specimens, drew a lape-line from his pocket, measured them care"fully and recorded the exact figures in his memorandum. Repeating thls operation several time, he attracted the iitoiition of sorae young clerks in the ap-stairs, wiio broke large chunkg of ice from the block in the ice-cooler, and threw them out to the reporter, who measured them carefnlly and recorded -lilt. Every one in that doorway was awe stmck at the size of the hailstones, and the Chinaman were exhibiting eyes of an unnstial roundness and dnence. One of the ehaps in the office accidentally dropped the balance of the block oí ice from which the monstrons hail-stones had been chipped, and it canie down and landed on the eidewalk with an immense crash. It must have weighed all of twenty pouuds, and gpattered the water right and left. Just at tisis instant carne that awful crash of tliunderthat startled every one that heard it, and of which the papers spoke next day. Tliis was too mm h for John Chinamen. They both ran yelling up the street inHiedriving rain, the last one saying as hc cleared the doorway: "Whoopee up. Icee wagon comee nextee. Good-by, John." - Dctroil F ree Press. t - TOie golden wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Francia Adams took place at Quincy, Mass., recently, in the sume house where that of Jonn Adams was celebrated in October, 1814, and that of John Quin fuly, 1817. l'he Interval are thirty-three and thirty-two . the lifetimé of a generation, and there has probably never been another instanee in this countiy where three os have celebrated their golden weddings beneath the same roof. John Adama was seventy-nine years old and John Quincy Adams irs old when tliev ■■■■ len weddings. Charles Franeis A i ' Ufe than either his father or graudfather, aud he b bow setenty-two years old.