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towards the close of n bright summer'sdny that
s prodigal son arrived at the paternal mansion.
id come by the quickest route, "Tiik Nurmno-
to.v." Tin sun was declining in the west the only thing
that does decline west of Chicago, except base ball and
its slanting rays threw a golden tint upon the gray hairs
of the aged father, who sat on the front porch reading
the last ItuitMNGTON Roim:"' advertisement.
The gate opened, and the old man jeering over his
spectacles des.-rii-d a ragged tramp coming up the walk.
lbout to set the dog on him, in accordance with
usual custom of thnt hospitable region, when tha
tramp came up, removed a dilapidated hat rim which en-
H)0f circ,rd h5s brow- and cried, " Father, don't you know
Cx me?" "Know you," returned the old man, after scru
tinizing him a momentover his spectacles," I would know
you if I saw your hide hanging in a tan yard; it's ray
ownkmb-hoyl" Then the fond parent fell upon his
eon's neck and wept wept because it was so dirty; it
hadn tbeen washed since Christmas, but he took him in
nil the same, gave him a bath and n new suit of clothes
and then walked him down to the B. & M. depot to w-e to what perfection "The
Buhlinoton" had brought their passenger train servic... Tuns marvelous, and
the prodigal son straightway n-gistered a solemn vow that his children and his
children's children for all time to come should recognize "Tin: Huiiunoton ;" as
the one great railway who 'equipment was ulwnys up to if.iti:
We don't know how this legend of the prodigal son came down through the
ages so accurate and free from side issues, but its here, intact and unincumbered,
ready to adorn a back cover or point a moral. The moral of this story is, if ya'
would pro-qn-r in thin world, travel ..nh bv "Tiik Huiiungton Hoitk."
J. FBANCIS,
Gen. Passenger Agent,
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A. C. ZIEMER,
City Passenger Agent,
LINCOLN.
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