Mr. Greeley was to ho fC tedat 7 oclock that evening by the citizens of Plnce rville and it was altogether necessarythat he should be there by that hour. So the Stage Company said to Henry flank. the driver of the extra. Ilenry. this man must, be there by 7 oclock to night." and he answered.“ The greatman shall be there. " The roads were in an awful state and during the fir"st fewmiles out of Folsomslowprogresswasmade. Sir." said.Mr Greeley. “are you aware that I must be at Placcrville at 7 oclock to night?” M“Iiyo got my orders.” laconically returned Henry on. Still the coachdraggedslowly forward. "Sir." said Mr.Greeley. “ this is not a trifling matter. I mustbe there at 7.” Again camethe answer. " Ive act in; orders." But the speedwas not increase. And Mr. Greeley chafedawayanother halfhcur; then as he was again about to remonstrate With the driver. the horses started into afurious run and nllsorts ofencouraing yells filled the air from the throntrof Henry Mon. “ IlTlhgaitvse yrioguhtt, emnydoglolaords fwehlloewn wl”esanridriver.atrleaecleery. villc. Now we are goingI" I They wereindeed. an at a, terrible speed. Crackl crack! went the wh ip and again thnt voice split the air: “Git upl Hi.yi Glongl Yip yi l” and on they tore. over stonesand ruts. up hil and down, at a rate neverbeforo achievedbystagohorses. Mr. Groclcy.who had be enbouncing from one end of the coach to the other like an India rubber ball. Matriiagod to get his head out of the Window.when he sai:" Dont ont ont you think we e o shall get there by 7 if we dont ont go so fast?" Ive got my ordersl” That was all Henry Monk saIitd and on tore the coach. was becoming serious. Already the Journalist was severelysore from the terrible Jolting, and again hi“s headmight have hcen seenat the window. Sir.” he said."I dont oare care are if you dont get there at 7 l" “I have got my ordersI" Fresh horses. Forward again. faster than before. Over rocksandstumps.on one of which the coach narrowly ese apedturning a summerse t. l " See here!" shrieked Mr. Greeley, I dont care if we dont get there at all!” "Ive got my ordersl I work for the California Stage Company. I do. Thats what I work for: they said. Gct this man through by sevmg. An this mans oin through, You ctl Garloligl Whoocp!" Another frightfuliolt and Mr. Greelcys bald head suddenlyfound itsway throughthe roof of the couch amidst the crash of small timbers and the ripping of str“ong canvas. Stop. you maniac! ” ho roared. I " Ive got my orders. Keep your amt. Horace! At Mndd Springs. a village a few miles from Pla cervillc. theyrnetii.largo delegation of the citizensof Placcrville. who had comeon to meetthe celebrated editor to ese ort him to town. There was a.military company. a brass band. asix horse wagondoad of beautiful damse ls in milkwhite drcsse s.representing all the States in the Union. It was nearly dark now but the delegation were amply DIOVIded with torches and bonfiresall alongtheroad to Plitccrvdle. The citizens met the couchin the outskirts of Mudd Sp“rIisn and Mr. Monk reined in his foaming steeds. Mr. Greeley on board?" asked the chairman of“the committee. t u I, He wasa few miles back, "Sflld Mr. Monk. Yes. he added, looking down through the hole which “19 fearful jolling had madein the coach roof. 1 95, I can seehiml He is there!". “Mr. Greeley.” said the chairman of the tee. presenting himse lf at the Windowof the coemqamcit.i " Mr. Greeley.sirl We have cometo most cc ially Welcomeyou why, God blessme, sir, you are blooding at the nose!” “M f Ive got my orders, " cried Mr. Monk. orders is us follers: Git him there by seving. t wants a quarter of seving. Stand out.of the way." “But. sirl" exclaimed the commitle caman, seizing the otflcuder by the reins, " Mr. Monk, we are come to ese ort him to town. Look at the procession, sir; and the brass band, and the people, and the young wo“men.sir!" Ive got my orders, " screamed Mr. Monk. " My ordersdont say nothing about brassband and young women. My orders say. Git him there bv seving. Let an them lines. Clear the way there. llioocpl Keep your seat, Horace!" und the couch dashedaway wildly through the procession.upse ttingn.portion of the brassband, and violently grazing the wagoncontaining the bvmutitulwomenin white. Years hence.gray haired men who were little boys in this procession.will tell their grandehildren how this stagetore through Mudd Springs and how Hor aceGrcclcys bald headevernnd anon showeditself, like a wild apparition. Above the coachroof.