The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-01-31
THIS WORLD LITTLE PLACE.
Travellers Tales Reach Same End,
to Their Great Surprise.

New York Telegraph.)
Two men left the city the same day,
going in opposite directions. They met
on their return and exchanged expe-
riences.
Il came back from my Journey" said
the man who had spent his time in
New England, more impressed than
ever with the idea that the world is
growing smaller.
Il went where 1 had never been be-
fore and where 1 was likely to meet
no one whom 1 knew At the first meal
the stranger upon my right looked up
from his newspaper and said some
thing about the bridge disaster at Que
bee.
''The stranger said he had a special
dread of bridge accidents since he had
been victim of the Ashtabula affair
number of years before. He related
his experience and concluded with the
statement that he owed his rescue to a
man whom he had never met before or
since.
''The incident as described by him
was vivid in my recollection. L was
the man who had saved him. The ac-
cident happened about thirty years
ago. Singular that at our first meet
ing after the affair the conversation
opened on the subject mentioned.
8Altt the meal Wdlh6u lDLO the
office of the hotel and looked over the
register 1 noticed a familiar name.
The writer was from my home town. I
looked him up.
I'VE had not seen one another for
forty years, and then we had parted as
enemies. 1t was about girl. We had
a good laugh over the meeting in Il
strange part of the country, and con
cluded that we had the best of the
third fellow who had won the girl
later and afterward-but that Is, of no
interest to YOU
Like you" began the other returned
tourist, Il went into new country, to
me. I thought ] had lost myself away
up the Saguenay river.
Zone day 1 went out in a canoe look
ing for fish. After the catch my guide
padded ashore, and we prepared for a
feast. Soon after another tourist land
ed near by. He hadn't had bite.
After I had jollied him a while
asked him TO sit down and take pot
luck. Then we fell to our pipes. You
know that is the bridge on which all
smokers meet. Later on I offered him
my flask.
He declined, and Iaughingly re-
marked that if he had not changed his
usual garb for the outfit ne had on he
might not have been asked. He was
minister. His story was interesting.
HE left college in this country after
graduation, and went abroad He kept
on until he reached India. There he
became interested in commercial pur-
suits.
He failed. He went broke. He met
a Snowman who was organizing q min
strel company. He engaged to go with
him as a tenor. The organiza ton made
money. 1t landed in Australia. There
it went to pieces.
"One of the company was a negro.
He and this man who had shared my
fish dinner started out together TO find
work. They fell in with a Salvation
Army outfit. Both were good singers.
The upshOt of 1T was that the white
man became converted.
He left the Salvation company and
became an Episcopal minister The
negro followed in his steps, The white
man is rector of a church in the
northwest. The negro is mission
airy in Siam.
What was your name?' I asked the
dominic. And when he gave it ] re-
piled, We were classmates at -
university
That was the only experience
had during my trip. But / think it
beats yours
What was the negros right name?"
asked the man who told the first story.
The dominic gave it as -"
Then the first speaker said: ITS
the same coon. He was the son of my
fathers old slave He ran away when
he was a boy, and the first we ever
heard of him was after he had be-
come a preacher. l think this rounds
up the two stories even"