ith a smell of cheese about his garments had been paying attention to
her, and she had become desperate.

If they discharge the chief on that cheese testimony it will be a lesson
to all men hereafter.

TERRIBLE TIME ON THE CARS.

There is something about the average Chicago young man that gives
him away, and gives away anybody that gets in with him. He is full of
practical jokes, and is a bad egg on general principles.

Last week Mr. Eppenetus Hoyt, of Fond du Lac, went to Chicago on a
visit. He is a pious gentleman, whose candor would carry conviction
to the mind of the seeker after righteousness, and his presence at the
prayer meeting, at the sociable or the horse-race, is an evidence that
everything will be conducted on the square.

Mr. Hoyt knew a young man named Johnny Darling, who was attending
Rush Medical College, and through him was permitted to visit the
dissecting-room, and gaze upon the missionary work being done there. Mr.
Hoyt was introduced to a number of the wicked young men who were carving
the late lamented, and after he got accustomed to the climate he rather
enjoyed the performance.

Whether young Mr. Darling told the boys that Mr. Hoyt was "fresh" or
not, will, perhaps, never be known; but, as Mr. Hoyt passed around among
the slabs where they were at work, each made a contribution from the
"stiff" he was at work upon to Mr. Hoyt's coat pockets unbeknown to him.
While one was calling his attention to a limb that he was dissecting,
another would cut off an ear, or a finger, or a nose, or dig out an eye,
and drop the same into Mr. Hoyt's overcoat pockets. Finally, he bid the
boys good-bye, thanked them for their courtesies in showing him around,
told them if they ever came to Fond du Lac his pew in church was at
their disposal, and he skipped for the train and got on board.

The seats were all occupied, and a middle aged lady, with a slim face
and spectacles, and evidently an old maid, allowed him to sit beside
her. The car was warm, and it was not long before the "remains" began to
be heard from. He was talking to the lady about the "sweet by-and-by,"
and the hope of a glorious immortality beyond the grave, and of the
inducements held out by the good book to those who try to lead a
different life here on earth, when he smelled something. The lady had
been smelling it for some miles back, and she had got her eye on Mr.
Hoyt, and had put her handkerchief to her nose. He took a long breath