So it was a rather hopeless expression that I wore, as Cousin Maggie took me to the city in the afternoon. The day was away up among the nineties, and we could not go fast. I thought, never horse traveled so slow, and felt as though I could walk, and even push to make time. But I kept quiet and didn't even say "Get up, Nellie!" I suppose a mile a minute would have been slow to me then. When at last I reached the depot my first thought was to go right to Mr. Randall with my trouble, but was told he was about to leave on the train. I peered into the faces of those gathered about the depot, but failing to find him, I turned to look at the sacred spot where I had last seen may baggage, little dreaming that I would find it, but there it all was, even my fan. "Oh dear, I am _so_ glad!" and I fussed away, talking to my satchels, and telling them how glad I was to see them, and was about to give them the promised "great big hug," when I found I was attracting attention, and turning to an elderly lady I asked her to please watch my baggage for a few moments. How soon we forget our good promises to do better.--I hastened to Mr. Randall's office, found him without a thought of going away. I first told him how much I was pleased with the Republican valley, and then about my baggage. "Why, child! did you go away and leave it here?" "Yes, I did; and I have left it again in care of a real dressy old lady, and must go and see to it." When I reached the waiting room the old lady and baggage were both gone. Turning to my cousin, who had just entered, I asked: "Maggie Gardner, what did you do with that baggage?" "Nothing; I did not know you had found it." Then, addressing a couple who sat near, I said: "I do wish you would tell me where that baggage went to." "The conductor carried it away." "Where did he go to?" "I don't know, Miss." Dear me; helped the old lady aboard with my baggage, I thought. "Why, what's the matter now, Miss Fulton?" asked Mr. Randall, who had followed me. "What's gone?" "Why, my baggage; it's gone again." "Well, that's too bad; but come with me and perhaps we may find it in here." And we entered the baggage room just in time to save Gov. Garber's house from blowing away (the picture), but found the rest all carefully stored. Twice lost and twice found; twice sad and twice glad, and a good lesson learned. The Burlington and Missouri River Railroad first began work at Plattsmouth, on the Missouri river, in 1869, and reached Lincoln July 20, 1870. From Lincoln it reaches out in six different lines. But this table will give a better idea of the great network of railroads under the B. & M. Co.'s control. The several divisions and their mileage are as follows: Pacific Junction to Kearney 196 Omaha line 17 Nebraska City to Central City 150 Nebraska City to Beatrice 92 Atchison to Columbus 221 Crete to Red Cloud 150