Birmingham age-herald., 1895-06-30

of silver.
 Saint Peter strode back and forth be- fore the pearly gates humming a popu- lar air to himself, while he looked with expectant eyes into the vastness or space where two spirits were dimly vis- ible. They came with the speed of the wind, and soon it was apparent that they bore some form between them a form that seemed to leave dark trail of smoke behind as 1t was borne through the air The good Saint Peter marvelled much at the spectacle, and said. "Forsooth, 'twere a strange bur den they bring. What meaneth it|' Taking his two-horse power field glass he looked long and earnestly. then ex- claimed: Iris trailing whiskers. It's populist, as l live" Ere long with a rush as of an express train ten minutes behind schedule time, the spirits arrived and stood expectantly before Saint Peter. who waived them to nearby waiting room, where they repaired with he of the trailing wbiskers to await instruc- tions as to the disposition of their charge When Saint Peter was alone a loog of perplexity came into his face; he strode nervously to and fro. while ever and anon he ran his long fingers through his hoary hair. He unused aloud, By my ancient keys but I'm in quandary. A populist. hater of gold; worshipper at the shrine of silver, and we have not even a side street or back alley paved with that metal. and I don't believe there is a silver crown or harp on the place" The look of perplexity gave way to one of determination as he continued. And we can't alter the plans and cus- toms of heaven toi suit every fanatic that comes along" Stepping to his private telephone he rang central and said: Ettyn ma ynll n Pour some oil on the toboggan slide and give the late arrival good start" There was sudden sliding noise, mo- mentary glow far down below, then the only sound was the measured tread of the guardian of the gates and the clink- ing of his keys.
 We take pleasure in informing the readers of the Cyclone that we have ar ranged for series of letters which can not but prove of interest to all. Mir. J. A. Gotam of Death Hollow, now on a tour through the east, has promised us a letter each week. This will no doubt add an additional charm to the already indispensable Cyclone. Of course this new feature of our paper will cost us something, as we will have to pay post age on the manuscript, but this fact cuts no ice with us. Our motto has always been give the people a good paper and d-n the expense. MT. Gotam is an old newspaper man. He served for four years on the Snortville Shore in the ca pacity of devil, and was later managing editor of the Death Hollow Groan. which position he resigned a few weeks ago on the death of an aunt, who left him 5000 and yoke of oxen. He is fluent writer, a keen observer and has an unlimited ca pacity for interviewing. But here is his first letter. It speaks for itself:
 New York, June 28.-(Specia1 Corre- spondence to the Cyclone )-This is big town. The population consists main- ly of white people and politicians, who get along very we'll together with com paratively few race wars. There are many tall buildings and the ocean breeze is fine. It comes down the Hudson river every night and coo1s the city off in a most delightful manner. The countless