ONCE WAS ENOUGH Farmer ALLEN, Of Near Salem, Will Never Again Travel On A Railroad. In the Blue River valley, near Salem, Ind., lives a wealthy old farmer, named William ALLEN. He is an intelligent man, a great reader and posted on the affairs of the day, but he is an oddity in his way. Mr. ALLEN has never seen an electric street car nor the bridges across the Ohio river. He has been a passenger on a train only once in his life, although he lives very close to the Monon. That one ride, which he took about fifty years ago, was enough for him. He has not visited the Falls cities for forty years, but intends to do so soon to take a look at the improvements which have been taken place. In reference to his only railroad ride, he says: "I was in New Albany when the Monon railroad was built, and tried to enjoy the ride on the first train which ever went from Salem to the Ohio. To my dying day I will never forget it. The road was mode of wooden stringers, upon which the iron straps had been fastened; and the cars were clumsy boxes with the rough boards for seats. W! e were jostled about in a manner that was truly surprising. We had started at noon, but it was after nightfall when we reached our destination, and I said to my neighbor that hereafter we would drive through if we had business to transact at the falls, and we did, for we can easily make it in a day with a good team. I understand that riding on a railroad is different now, but I intend to drive through when I go down."