have hitherto only studied the manners
of the first and third-classes. In the first-class the passengers are
rude to the porters, in the third-class the porters are rude to the
passengers. I now discover that in the second-class the passengers are
rude to each other."

A BRAVE GIRL.

Kate Shelley, to whom the Iowa Legislature has just given a gold medal
and $200, is fifteen years old. She lives near Des Moines, at a point
where a railroad crosses a gorge at a great height. One night during a
furious storm the bridge was carried away. The first the Shelleys knew
of it was when they saw the headlight of a locomotive flash down into the
chasm. Kate climbed to the remains of the bridge with great difficulty,
using an improvised lantern. The engineer's voice answered her calls,
but she could do nothing for him, and he was drowned. As an express
train was almost due, she then started for the nearest station, a mile
distant. A long, high bridge over the Des Moines River had to be crossed
on the ties--a perilous thing in stormy darkness. Kate's light was blown
out, and the wind was so violent that she could not stand, so she crawled
across the bridge, from timber to timber, on her hands and knees. She
got to the station exhausted, but in time to give the warning, though she
fainted immediately.

--_Detroit Free Press_, May 13th, 1882.

SHUT UP IN A LARGE BOX.

The Merv correspondent of the _Daily News_ in a letter dated the 30th of
April, 1881, remarks, "I was very much amused by the description given me
by some Tekkes of the Serdar's departure for Russia. It seems that my
informants accompanied him up to the point where the trans-Caspian
railway is in working order. 'They shut Tockme Serdar and two others in
a large box (sanduk) and locked him in, and then dragged him away across
the Sahara. And,' added the speakers, 'Allah only knows what will happen
to them inside that box.' The box, I need hardly say, was a railway
carriage."

AWFUL DEATH ON A RAILROAD BRIDGE.

A man commonly known as "Billy" Cooper, of the town of Van Etten, was
walking on the railroad track at a point not far distant from his home.
In crossing the railroad bridge he made a miss-step, and, slipping, fell
between the ties, but his position was so cramped that he was unable to
get out of the way of danger. There, suspended in that awful manner,
with the body dangling below the