Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-08-31

HI Q OS0 OA SSA1u anu A-Tdlnlnks how hard it was to find a pinhole in rubber tire by watching for the place where the mean temperature is escaping.
 As night came on and the children had to separate and go their several ways to- ward home I gave up the idea of repairs, carefully concealed the machine in a swamp and rode home on the running gear of farmers wagon, on which adly pinched myself several times, which hurt me exceedingly.
 Did you ever ride on the reach" or the bolster" or the mounds" of lum- Der wagon seven or eight miles in the noontide heat with your feet hanging down and gouging large holes in the road? It is equal to a straw ride among asylum acquaintances.
 Referring to rides and vehicles, am reminded of the chariot race in Ben Hur." Everybody remembers his won derful picture and wishes that he had been first to write it. Every one calls to mind the speech of Ben-Hur to his steeds as they flew around the course; how he kept his temper even when Messala gave the Jews beautiful horses cut as he passed them, with his Down, Eros! Up, Mars" But when the moment, the su- preme moment arrived, Ben-Hur, when all else was silent, addressed his horses:
 ''On, Atair! On, Rigel! What, An tares, dost thou finger now, good horse? Ono, Aldebaran! 1 hear them singing in the tents. hear the children singing and the women sing of the stars, of Atair, Antares, RiSel. Aldebaran. Victory, and the song will never end. We'll done! Home tomorrow under the black tent home. On, Antares! The tribe is wait ing for us, and the master is waiting! lis done! 'Tis done! Ha, ha! Steady. The work is done. Soho. Steady"
 Rev. Myron W. Reed and James Whit comb Riley one afternoon about the time of the publication of Ben Hur" went out to dine with George Hit of The Journal at Indianapolis and came home in the evening full of "Ben-Hur." They took surface car drawn bya pair of moth eaten mules. It was quite ride from Hitt's chateau to the Dennison House, and so, as the car was moccupied except by two colored ladies named Trask, who lived across the track-Eloise and Pearl Trask-they talked freely. Shortly after these two gentlen m got on the car stopped, and the drive. went back to set switch or recover his whip, but soon 1t moved on in the darkness, gaining speed as the grade seemed gently descending. till directly the Misses Trask began to giggle and look sort of appre- hensively toward the front of the car. Mir. Reed looked, too, and discovered that there was no driver. Moreover, the mules were running away.
 The pastor made about two strides of eight feet each and found himself at the dashboard of the car, the lines dragging along the track and the driver a mile back looking for his whip. The Misses Trask screamed as the car now and then returned to the track with cruel shock, and MT. Riley extending his head through a ventilator at the top of the car, exclaimed Help! help" twice in rapid succession.
 MT. Reed, holding his hat on with one hand, reached twice for the lines beneath the car, and twice the off mulc most put the pastors eye out with its impress sionist tail. At last Mir. Reed succeeded, and scorning the brake he slapped the nigh mule across the person with the lines, and waving his broad hat in the air he cried:
 "On, Atair. On, Rigel What, An tares, dost thou finger now, good mule? Ono, Aldebaran! 1 hear them singing iE the tents. hear the children singing and the women singing of the stars of Atair, Antarcs, Rigel, Aldebaran, vic tory, and the song will never end" As the car passed the corner near where The Journal office was Mir Riley again extended his head through a new place in the roof which he had made with his silk hat and ejaculatcd hur- riedly: Help! Help! Help! Will no one | derail the car and save us:"
 But his cry was drowned by the roar of the car and the remarks of Mir. Reed as he slapped the off mule with his | slouCh hat and exclaimed:
 | Well done. Home tomorrow under the black tent-homc! On, Antares! l On. Aldeharan!"
 It was a grand sight