He Got There All the Same.
There is in Lewiston at least one man whose friends never worry about his ability to take care of himself no matter where he may be.
He went to the inauguration at Washington, last month, and after hanging around in the rain for an hour and becoming thoroughly wet, he thought it would be a good plan to go up and stand under the capitol portico,—that being next best to admittance to the capitol itself, which seemed to be out of the question, as he had no ticket.
But when he tried to avail himself of this shelter, a policeman stopped him.
"Can't I stand in here out of the rain?" the Lewistonian asked, innocently.
"No," said the policeman, "not unless you have a ticket."
Our Lewiston friend stood by and exercised his wits for a few moments. Presently two men in the capitol came out and asked the policeman for checks, in order that they might get in again.
"No checks," said the officer.
"But how are we going to get in when we come back?"
"Go ahead, and I'll remember you."
The Lewiston man heard this and needed no other hint. He retreated for a short time, then threw his coat back, tripped his hat rakishly on the back of his head and started on a run for the entrance, as though intending to brush right by the policeman.
"Hi!" said the officer, putting up his billy—"Where are you going?"
"Going in."
"Where's your ticket?"
"Ticket! Good gracious, you wouldn't give me any! You said you'd remember."
"Oh, yes! yes, yes! Pass right in."
And in he went.
The same gentleman once made a sixty days' tour of Europe for a sum less than a hundred dollars, passage included.
—Lewiston Journal.
The Shah has left Paris for Baden. If all the stories are true the Shah is rather a bad 'un himself.
—Chicago Herald.