The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-06-23

 less swiftly that the man of six can look at 1t, and sees an interminable line of sheds on wheels. such as stood at the depot when he rode by with his mother. It is the railroad, but therc must he two kinds of railroads. It is 6 notable event, because it takes away part of the paralysis of terror which Number Five, with its goings and its comings, had brought upon him. And now there happens piece et good tor tune. One of the generals espies the man of six, and asks who he is and why he came. Alas why did he come, indeed! Why should he not now cry, and cause some interest in the host9 It Is too bad, even the rockiest small Goth admits. The shaver oughtn't to have been allowed to come!
 The adjustment of this moral point causes a fight, for Goths and Vandals ot ten, having no morals at all, are quickly jealous of their honor.
 So the general allows the man of six to understand that he may dig for bait and otherwise make himself use- full, and then the general will do the fair thing about Number Five. Fur ther than this the man of six dare not ask. His mother is on the other side of those three bridges it might as we'll be the whole seven.
 The fish began 10 bite fairly we'll about five o'clock, in the afternoon. They do not really "take hold" until sundown. Darkness finds the party catching devils, with horns all over catfish, that soliloquize after they have swallowed a boys hook. It Is fitting that this adventure should ter minate in darkness, with fish in shape thus passing the limits of credulity. What ought they not to catch when little boy has gone over Kessler's Bridges and may never get home again?"
 The frogs attune their pipes for the evenings dirge. The seven bridges sound their vespers, and Knee Deep outroars the coming of Number Five. The man of six dreads only the start ing He knows that he cannot get across those bridges. He expects that the Railroad will catch him on one of them, and end his wicked life. So perish all little boys who disobey their mothers
 It is pitch dark. The strings of fish are grand. Still the fascination and expectancy of fishing is at it's height among the Goths and the Vandals. Nothing is caught now, however, but the willy bullhead, whose bite cannot be felt, who comes up to the girders MedusA's head, thing to fear, with the hook far down in his gullet. Mournfully does the hungry fisher man bewail his misfortune, and battle with that snapping, soliloquizing, horncutting, prickly denizen of Kess- ler's Bridges.
 It is thing to put fishing host much out of humor with stragglers, with dependents, with men of six!
 But now, at nearly eleven o'clock in the nigh world all new to the lost boy, the moon comes up-the first misshappen full moon this runaway ever saw. He sits close to the good general, who has not yet ordered him to the rear. The strings of fish are pulled up, the lines are wound, and the army is 10 march.
 There is not general who dare say the Railroad will not come along while they may be on one of the three bridges. It is thing that even the generals debate with alarm.
 The good general takes the man of af hxrs hn hn.,l a,.I al A4 laa. from girder to girder. The man of six had not hoped for SO much. He had supposed the frogs would get him. The Goth who had gotten whipped over the point of honor had told the man of six ss much.
 Was it not God who had put it into the generals heart to take this man of six in his need? This is the first time our man has thought of God to-day. Is 1t safe even now, to think of God, when a little boy has been 80 bad?
 He does not drop to the rear. He has passed across the bridges. The generals have long strings of fish, and he can maintain their pace.
 At last, after 8 journeying, as it were, from Cairo to Khartoum, they came to the wagon bridge. There stands the spring house where the big sunfsh is! How sick does the idea, ay, the smell of all sunfish make this exhausted man of six!
 The generals plod up the main street of the village. A light shines out. Oh! will not his mother be glad to see him! Does he think he lives here? Yes, he knows 1t. The good general knocks and 6 wan scared looking widow erushes to the door.
 She clasps her child to her heart, and weeps with joy. Then she weeps with anger. Her son, who has for kA klsan