It counts many times more to do a kindness to a poor working-man than to a millionaire, who may be able some day to repay the favor.

How true Wordsworth's lines: "That best portion of a good man's life-- His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love." The chief happening, judged by its consequences, of the two years I spent with Mr.Scott at Altoona, arose from my being the principal witness in a suit against the company, which was being tried at Greensburg by the brilliant Major Stokes, my first host.

It was feared that I was about to be subpoenaed by the plaintiff, and the Major, wishing a postponement of the case, asked Mr.Scott to send me out of the State as rapidly as possible.

This was a happy change for me, as I was enabled to visit my two bosom companions, Miller and Wilson, then in the railway service at Crestline, Ohio.

On my way thither, while sitting on the end seat of the rear car watching the line, a farmer-looking man approached me.