A Motorman's Feelings

"I have boen all throug-h the war," sairï a grim-visaged old niotorman the other day, "but sure as I live my feeling-s on going into a battle were leasure as compared to the dread of somebody which filis me the mmient I g-rab the brake handle of this car every morning-. I can't explain why, for I haven't had an accident of any kind since I took the job; but it may be due to the fact thsvt we are so strongly warned to be careful, and, in case we do rundown some nnfortunate, to g-et the names of as many witneases as we can. I would sooner hold the reins of my old pair of nag-s at less mooey than be a trolley motor-man," concluded the seriousfaced veteran as he suddtaly applied the brake to allow a party of school . pliildren p cross the Btieët in safety.