The Forrest City times., 1896-01-10

''' bnt SIOuRn, and we went to whers the mail was, and it was ten miles out of the way. There was nothing"
 Where's the fourth man 2" inuuired Jack Dallass, angrily.
 You cut me too short, boss. There was next to nothing, only letter for you. The fourth hand, the man that sorts the mail, he said this here letter had been there a month, and that an- other mail was expected, but we could mt all stay for it, so the fourth man he allowed he would wait. See here. boss, that young chaps got girl in the east somewhar, and he said he'd be blowed, or something like it, if he wouldn't wait and see if she had wrote him. So we lit out without him. He'll be up afore long"
 John Dallass felt like forgiving the fourth man, especially since the letter he had now in his hand he recognized as coming from Robert Bryant. While the men were building a fire Mir. DaIlass readthis letter. There was nothing in it. Club talk and nonsense, absolutely unsatisfactory. Stop! There was a postscript. Saw Miss Royall at the theater. She looked cbarmingly. Such an amusing play! I had heard she was going abroad. ! asked her about 1t. She seemed to put some insistence in denying it. That's all"
 What crumb of comfort was there? It was ever so small crumb, and yet Jack Dallass read it over and over again, until the last flicker of the light went out, and then he lay down in his blanket and did not go to sleep, for he heard during the night the coming of the fourth man. 1t was too dark to see whether he had a mail satchel. In moment the man was stretched his length before the fire and was asleep. At dawn Dallass was awake. Yes. the man had small bag. He had used it for pillow. The engineer filched it from under the heavy sleeper's head. The contents of the bag were exam ined. There were newspapers and blue envelopes. ''Beastly instructions, inn possible to carry out, and requests for more details which they may whistle for,' cried John Dallass, impatiently. What, no letter! Not even from Bob ?''
 Then in feverish haste Dallass shook each newspaper, and out tumbled letter. The confounded lazy fellow must have rammed the whole mail in together" Jack Dallass' face did not bear an aggrieved look. He did not tear open the envelope, but did the opening carefully. It seemed sacrilege to lose a shred of the paper. It was barely dawn, but there seemed to be a ccr- tain luminosity in the mans eyes which would have permitted him to have made out certain handwriting in the dark. Then he read:
 Tn conversation of purely busi- ness character Robert Bryant informed Miss Royall that new line of road was being built to Puget sound. Mir. Bryant having expressed himself fayorably as to the future of this enterprise, and Miss Royall having need for some minor investments, she had begged MT. Bry- ant, who is familiar with Wall street, to purchase some of the bonds at the current figures.
 oiNdO hNoNtiS. dOtS tlt SlIl mean? All in the third person! She is cruel, cruel" And it goes on: Miss Royall would never have been led to make this venture if she had not by chance read in some newspaper an ac- count of this road, and she takes the liberty of inclosing the cutting, and her curiosity is some little excited, be- ba, ie, Inc. ~f having charge of the road which she thinks has been ludicrously mis- spelled"
 That's all," cried Jack Dallass, the tears in his eyes. She is cruel, ma licious with her persifage, and I never will forgive her. Let me see this rub bishly bit of printing. Um, um. Great advantages union of the re- mote Pacific Um, um. Wealth of the Indies pouring into the lap of the remote west Rot and drivel What is this at the end of this printed balder- dash? It's underscored: John Dal- lass, the well-known young engineer, is now occupied in making surveys There is a pencil line under that. and Please, John Dallass, be at Seattle as soon as you can. My aunt wants to see the Alaskan glaciers Thank God! No third person there, and when, said John Dallass, reyerentially. recalling the Talmud, 'your friend calls for an ass, hasten and buy saddle"
 Why did John Dailass leave that morning for Seattle?' Maybe it was for the special benefit of the Puget Sound railroad.-N. |. Times.
 Nothing can bring you peace but yourself; nothing can bring you peace tr.;n c.f