A FAMOUS STORY. Confound tlio fellow!" ,'tylveter Wndo said it aloud, nnd 1 mder my breath. Perhr.ps 1 had tho more rrnoii, for I had received a nasty knock on tho knro from Wudc's bug. V.iit. then, it wus my fault. I was malting u reckless dash for tho high level platform at Wille-den Junrtion, bihI I eutne into violent collision with the detective. We rpcoiled and recog nized each other. Then tho Hash of linger was exchanged fur a Imiph rui-ful on my side - and wo grasped hands. "Von are in a hurry. Mr. Curtis," "I whs, but I liavo time to talU to j-ou." "All, you nro on the lookout for reus. But I haven' t done much for you yet. Tho trail of our man is itncom. moiily hard to find. Still, I think I shall do it. I've word from the north nl out it now, and Imn taking tho ex press to Liverpool. It is new s that has come in nn odd way, lint I am hound to test it. Wo musn't let our party slip out of tho country without leaving us nn address It is n littlo awkward for me to go. There has 1 cen u roUtcry utcudinnro Manor Mr. (iorald Hum ber's place. Know it.'" -Yes; n little." ' He has wired inn to go down at onee, and got at tho bottom of it. Hut I ean't: or, at nil events, that must wait. My first obligation is to you -to run to eartli the rogue whosu in lic I vonr father fo audaciously. 1 will trv to etTeet that, if it is only because- the trickster shows such oo 1 sport and has such u bag of ruses. I am on my mettle." 'Which means that we shall win." And, indeed, 1 have never Utiown a man ill the. spy lusines of to-day so clever, so mcc'ssf ul. and withal so thorough n pool fellow as Sylvester Wade. It was rathe aptitude not to e repressed tliit had put him into his profession and that kept him there, even when, as he owned to me, lie hometiines loathed it. "I hope so." As Wade spoke, n rumble, was in the air. He ngr.iu put out his hand. "Tillie s up she's coming ulong, " lie aid. "It's rarely 1 have many minutes to spare, unless I ligure for some reason ns a station -rlio-d. Hut I don't care about driving the thing as close as you do. 1 can't afford to Ic cutout of the running by, perhaps, some con spirator in a hurry. Hope to wire you good tidings to-morrow. Ta-ta.'' The express was slowinar in: and I had a notion that Wails wanted to fol low his own device in selecting u seat and companionship. I, therefore, ac cepted my dismissal, and was soon climbing tho stairs r.gain. I litti-1 thought that this meeting wus part of a curious dou ble chance which would shatter an ingenious pieoo of villainy und help me to my own. Looking back, I see that I met Wade in the nick of time. His errand on my behalf is easily described: My father had been ruined through the machinations of scoundrels, lie was an honest country gentleman a Curtis, of Paignton Cur tis and land values fell, and men farmed to their ruin. He fell a victim to money-lenders, nnd they sucked him dry. There was cheating in the trans actions that made him bankrupt and killed him with the blow. Wade was in pursuit of the rogue who had I airbed the spoils. If lie could be caught there was a probability that something might bo recovered and buy me a minor city partnership. I w as waiting to see if it would bo so. What I had now heard had set mo faco to face with another old problem. Nobody could mention Cod mure Manor to mo without giving a fillip to my imagination and causing mo to boo visions. Mi rag J pictures, I called them, when sober senso begun to criticise. But they came con stantly, and they were fair, and I fed upon them when my days were full of desolation. I saw the daintiest maiden in all my home shiro smiling at mo be cause I called her, with strange, mad daring, Christie. And I saw the small oval face Hush through its tints hoft olive, and tho hazel eyes iirst droop and then uplift with a glorious won der of faith in them. Sometimes there followed tho vision of a pleasant iiro side and ChristiJ liumber, changed into Christie Curtis, seated there, und mukintr homo for tho luckiest fellow in the greut town. When tho steady consideration of hard facts wrung tho romanci out of my uioo.l, I hud to udmit that few tilings wero less likely than that this should cuiud to puss. My fortunes wero under u cloud; and though our old ucighbor at Cadmoro Manor was outwardly geuiul when wo met, 1 was awure that tho sudden check to our in tercourse mount that I was to liurbor no foolish thoughts about hisdaughter. My prospects wero not brilliant before the cutastropho; they wero now dubi ous in the extreme, 'iorald liumber was u rich ruilway contractor, who hud hiui.elf twice married well, und who wou'd naturally look for ugood mutch for Christie. Whatever words of dun (f i rails regard had been spoken when the storm was only u threat must full to the ground. Ho would convince his daughter that ns a serious suitor I was imp jssible. Yrt when I reached my rooms in Ken sington there wus a telegram lying on the tublo from Christie's father. It said: ''If you want to hear of L. C., como immediately." "L. C," could only mean Levi Col borne, which was the name (or alius) of the rascally schemer whom Sylvester Wade hud gone to Liverpool to souk. It puzzled me already. Of course, my determination was soon taken. I did not undorstuud how Oeruld liumber should huve news of our man; but poliu7 demanded that I should seiza very chaneo of oulightment In addi tion I might probubly see and speak with Christie, nnd tho" thought quick ened mo to eagerness. The telegram had not Wen in long, and after read Ing it I did not lose an unnecessary second. Twilight na beginning to close ll as I crawled up tho Manor avenue in a lugubrious fly. which was all that llenthbury station had to offer In the way of a road conveyance. It was a hiiiy drive of more than three miles to C.idmnre Manor. As we stopped, a light form dressed In soft gray, tripped out i-ito tho great porch. My heart was 1 eating ns if a drum were there a treacherous manifestation. I hud schooled myself nil tho way to le niatter-of-factand sel f-possessed, und to let hnpe finally drift away. Hut In Christie's presence I somehow forgot good resolutions. "it is renliy you Mr. Curtis," she said, with. I fancied, an odd little break ami quaver. "I was almost afraid that the message had missed, or that you could not come. Mr. Wade docs not know that wo huve sent for you, " '.Mr. Wade!" 1 ejaculated, help lessly. "Yes; Mr. Wude Is here. Y'psterday was my twenty-first birthduy" tho voice dropped to u musical whisper, and the damask kindled on Christie's cheeks "an 1 papa hud intended to give mo a ring u very expensive one, 1 believe; and it wus stolen the day be fore, lie was very angry; and is still set on finding the thief out Mamma has a new lady's companion, who pleases her very much. Miss Kes worth has the lest testimonials; and she recommended putting tho case into the hands of Mr. Wude. l'apa decided to do so." "lo you mean Mr. Sylvester Wade, Miss 1 1 u m i e r?" "Yes that is the name, I saw it on the top of the telegram. He wired first to say he could not come, huving to go to tho north on urgent duty. Then, afterwards, he came. Ho had put aside the other mutter to please SI ATEI) TIIHtK. I! Kit F.YK.S V PI. I FT WITII A (il.Olilol'S WONHMl OF FAIT I IN TIIKM. papa to earn a goo.l fee, I suppose that means. And it transpired that t lie business he was on wus yours. When he found thut out, we did not quite like it; and papa sent to you, thinking you ought, ut least, to hear what Mr. Wndo had discovered in ref erence to this Levi Col borne, and then, if you wish the ufTuir pressed on, papa will insist an Mr. Wade's fulfilling y.'iir orders." The girl paused. Hut I was wander ing in a ina.e of conjecture, and was in no haste to respond. 'The reason why papa w as specially anxious to huvo the mystery cleared nn. and relievo our people of awkward suspicions. is because inv jewels wero brought hero last night." Christio went on. "You remember I told you that my own mother's jewels were to stay in a bank until I was twenty-one, and then were to bo given me. A confidential agent cauio down with them. They are magnificent far too fine for mod est insignificant me." A happy excitement dominated Christie's manner, ond her bright in genuousness perilously swayeu my own feelings. "No, no," I Bald, in protest against her self-depreciation. Hat a change on Christie's countenance stopped me from going further. We wore still standing in the hall, and at this mo ment Mr. liumber appeared. The master of Cadmoro Manor camo from tho library. His greeting was frigid, und acted like u douche of cold water. i mentioned thut it had so happened by a small coincidence that I had teen oeeuoied on the other side of Hentbury during tho greater part of tho day. Then I had returned to town, ot his wire, and onco more made for my old home district, "It has come about at nn Inconven ient time," he said, stiftly. "I am sorrv. but I feur you will have to put up for tho night at the Bed I.iou in Cad more village. We ure disabled just now. and canuot offer you hospitality. Ti e w ir.t-men are in one wing of the house. Wo have ulso enlarged the es tablishment Mrs. liumber has now a iudy's companion. Wado, too, w ill be slaying ou the ground, I take it" Sav nothing about it. Mr. liumber," 1 uuswered. "A con forth ble old Eng lish inn is good enough for me, and that is the character I have always heard Kivcn to tho lied Lion at Cud more" Yes. You will bo all right Pou kin will be proud of a visitor from the Manor, particularly one tearing your name. I presume that my daughter has told you, Mr. Curtis, how It is Uiat Wude is here."' Of courso I have, papa, Christie put in. "It is a bewildering affair," I said. My words had a deeper meaning thun iny hearers could guess, for had I not seen tho detective off for Liver tool? If ho reully went by the express ho could not po&siily alter his poursj until Uugbv was reached. Noenergy and uo urtiilce could then huve plumed him at Cad more Manor within the time. I was at a loss to know what to make of it. The only surmise that seemed to offer a solution of tho con undrum was that Wade changed his. mind even as he and I talkod; but with a secrecy natural In the circum stances, did not say as much. I could not positively depose that ho had taken his place In the train. . However, as we appeared to be both under one root as, indeed, I hnd been brought here to see him, it was likely I should soon have the truth. "I hate mysteries," growled (ierald liumber, "and I will shrink from no trouble that will reveal the rogue who has made way with Christie's ring. Wade gives me to understand that ho has already a promising clue." "If Sylvester Wado cannot help you I feur the chances of recovery arc small," I answered. "1 will tell him that you aro here." Hut when the master ef tho house rejoined Christie and me. together with Mrs. Dumber and Miss Kesworth. in the drawing room his faco had ap preciably darkened. There was al most a scowl as ho glanced across at Christie. It was easy to see that he blamed her. I learned later, what I suspected then, that it was Christio who had skilfully challenged his honor on the point and had triumphed. Hut noting the accord between us, and perhaps a certain gaiety returned after absence to his daughter's mood, he was angry that he had yielded The more so because of what be had now to state. "Wall, the plan doesn't work," ho laid. "Wade is touchy at the inter ference. I might have guessed thut is how it would be. Ho will not mix up engagements." "Hut ho has dono so," I interjected. The frown remained, but no atten tion was puid to my remark. "He has insisted all along on ex treme, can lion and privacy regarding the ol ject of his visit and he considers that we ure endangering everything. There is something in that Of course the servants have no idea there is a do ectivo in the house. They do not know the real name. Wade is passing as a Hr. Oimblo." I started. A queer reminlscenco had :ome to me. Hut a moment's thought teemed to show that any theory founded on this must be absurdly ,'ar-fetched, and I really did not en tertain the idea, "Hut ho has adu'y Mr. Curtis," said Christio, with a brave front and kindl ing eyes. "I must leave Wade to fight his bat tles when Mr. Curtis takes him to task. All that I have to do under present conditions is to report Wade's view and proposals. He will have nothing to say to Mr. Curtis here. Hut if Mr. Curtis remains at the Tied Lion' till three to morrow afternoon, he will meet him there." My pride was in arms. It was cava lier treatment, marked, as I consid ered, by the coolest effrontery imagin able. This was the worst of men who knew that they hud no real rivals in their profession or calling. They could le as high and michty as princelings. Hut at least, it agreed with tho hy pothesis that Wade had tricked me on the Willesdcn platform. The feeling that he was in tho wrong, and had done a mean thing and was trapped, would lead to an openly insolent line of action: There is a defiance that serves for defence. It went against the gruin to submit, but where w as my choice V 'Tlense to Inform Mr. Wade that I will make it my business to keep that appointment" I said bitterly. I "It is a shame!" cried Christie. The clatter ef a gong broke in oppor tunely on a strained situation. 'You will dine with us, Mr. Curtis?" suid Sirs. liumber. She was a kindly, harmless woman, whom rumor said her husband bullied. I hesitated. But Gerald liumber had to tone down what was disagreeable to his sense of courtesy in the precautions he had taken to eLsure my leaving tho Manor that night lie would hear of no refusal. When we sat down I missed the de tective, but as domestics were present, nothing was said, ll sat opposite Chris tie and by the side of Miss Kesworth.) To this newcomer in the Manor house hold I had paid slight heed since the Introduction. In tho drawing room she had the faculty of effacing herself T1IK MASIEIt OF CAlniOBB MANOR GAMS FltOU TUK I.111HAUV. 1118 GlikKima WAS FBIlilU Hut now before I was awuro of it I was druwn out und had spoken of my father's misfortunes, and of our hope und full expectation thut we should yet wlud the moshvs of the law about the feet of Levi Col Lome, Hw asonly when the queries were taking mo into the domain of our painfully acquired and inuompleto knowledge of Col borne' s sut sequent movements that 1 awoke to the unwisdom of what I was saying. I had replied in nearly an au tomatic manner, my real interest us much concerned with Christie mid Christie's looks and Christie's vcay oc casional words, tiylvoster Wade would certainly have laid un embargo on my tongue, Yet W.hat could it mutter if 1 had half disclosed the hand we held nt this friendly table. A woiiuin is a gos sip and curious by privilege of sex, and it was quite natural that Miss Kes worth should be luterested in what had been a more than nino days' scan dal jf our country side. My right-hand companion had a dulcet voice which expressed a soothing pity for me, and, burdening a littlo, ; waxed indignant with Col borne. "A bud man'. And Mr. Wado ought to be looking for him now instead of wasiing time over my ring. I wish if h h:' H : Hi- IN: tm I SAT OI'I'OMITK CIIIIIsrtK AMI BT TIIR S1HK OF MISS KF.SWOKT IL pnpa had never bought it for mo," said Christie. And for that sympathy, what risks of premature disclosure would I not have run! "Levi Col borne must evidently be a thorough ro?ue nnd a clever ono," ob served Miss Kesworth. Sho rose in obedience to Mrs. num ber's signal, and the dinner was ate-nd. I should have found it unutterably for mal und r osy but for my fair girl's presence. (ieruld I lumber had already been culled uway, or perhaps Christie would not huvo uttered her thought so freely. I now took farewell, saying that I would meet Mr. liumber. at any rate, before leaving the neighborhood on the morrow. Hut Christie refused to see her mother-in-law's puckered eyebrows uud tiny shako of the head. Sho slipped out with me Into the old-fashioned scented garden. It was to be only a step, for aulil lango syne. Hut young hearts direct the feet to other paths than those of prudence, and somehow the memory of our old walks together wus with us walks that had meant so much, though so little was said and we strayed from the plain track to the gute, and we were on the .side of the house thut was most in gloom, and the warm, rnpremeditu'-jd word came. Even so soon the hulf of my wild dreams was made true. The fuct can be succinctly told a short episo le; life at its zeni'.h; Christio won. We hud forgotten Sylvester Wado nnd Levi Collorno, and, I greatly feared, (ierald llumter also. Hut sud denly Christie said:) "Hugh, Cyril! What does this mean?" Wo were standing in the thick shad ows of a laurel lush, not abovo a stone's throw from the library window. A feminine figure was slipping stealth ily along the narrow line of the clipped lawn. We both recognized the tall, angular shape of Miss Kesworth. She halted at the south corner and stooped low ty the window. It was hard to understand her mumeuvres unless it were a case of pring or eavesdrop ping. Hut the circumstance that the sights were lowered within pointed to an empty room and practically nega tived tho fancy. My doubt of tho woman's purpose did not lust long. I touched Christie's shoulder to bid her still watch closely. Miss Kesworth's form showed up dis tinctly in the faint moonbeams. She was fixing a rope ladder. It took per haps two minutes, and then she flitted back as noiselessly. Hut as she gained the great path I saw a white handker chief wave. "A signal!'' I whispered in Christie's ear. It was certain that some strange crisis was impending, and everything indicated crime, Wus Miss Kesworth the robber? "Where is Wade?" I asked, under my breath. "Gone Into the village to make in quiries. So papa said" "He should be here." I had hardly spoken when a sound, like the grating of n foot on gravel, caught my ears. Steps were approach ing. We cowered further into tiie pro tecting obscurity and wero silent aguin. A man went by between the purterres, and 1 hud a full view. He turned for a second, and stood to lis ten, and I felt Christie shake from ex cess of excitement, and, like her, I thought our hiding pluce wus discov ered. Hut he went on; Sylvester Wade, und not Sylvester Wade. It was the same style of pilot jacket that I knew Wiide oftenest affected, and the low gray hat capable of taking many shades, aud of suggesting many char acters. Ho was of Wado's height and build, nnd. so far as I could surmise under difficulties, was like him in fuce und feuturo. But I was wholly per suuded thut this man wus not Sylvester Wode. What, then, could le a-foot but vil lainy of the most reckless type? I grew queerly rigid and my hands clenched. The detective had once luughed In his chocry fashion, as with the confidence of a man who wus sure to swing the odds of a troublesome case over to his side, and had said to mo "Here's a photograph here" tapping his Ire.ist pocket "the odd thiug is it shows a fellow who might pass for my doubie." ' Look!" said Christie, gently. With c.itiiliJ alacrity the pseudo- ud i wus climbing up the rope lad der. Wo heard tho click of u easement, and no inoio wus to 1 e s"cu. "That is my dressing room. Tho jewels aro there." "Ah!" Dolt that I was not to under stand before. "Take a safe circuit and find your father, or, at any rate, the butler, and give the alarm," I said. "Abovoevery thing do not let Miss Kesworth know that anything is found out" "And what will you do?" "Ketch tho police. And first spoil the fellow's descent " I saw how this was possible- I had a stout jack knife. With ns grim stealth as even Sylvester Wade could huve practiced, I followed tho clever scoundrel, who now, no doubt, wus busy with tho casket to which Miss Kesworth had directed him. A yard or so from tho window I cut away one sldo of tho ladder and hung by the other. Then my tool frayed through the other above my head until there was the chance of an ugly drop, and I did not venture to continue. I slipped to earth again; a sharp double-handed tug, and tho remaining strands, weak ened by my weight broke; and tho thing was done. And luckily tho rogue above did not seem to have hoard. Ho suspected no danger at the moment, or from that quarter. Fortunately Cadmoro village was close, and I had soon routed out the local sergeant of police and his man. Two officers sutllceJ for tho parish. They stared at my tale, but fell In with my directions, and the three of us make a quick march to the Manor. Hut as I might perhaps have ex pected from a schemer of such dashing auducity and brilliant resource, our checkmate appeared to be only a partial success. Miss Kes worth hud been on close cruard, and Christie wus foiled indoors. Her father hud been got out of the way by a feint, and the butler wus too confused to deal properly with the problem. The man's clumsy conster nation betrayed to Mrs. Humber's "companion'' that an awkward screw was loose. She alarmed the thief, and he walked coolly down stairs with a parcel under his arm and out of the front door, molested by no body. When my party came on the scene tho house was in confusion. The jewels were gone. Miss Kes worth had almost escaped too; but before I knew how things stood in the house I had suggested to Ser geant Pinter that the constable should watch under the remant of the ropo ladder. Coles had a sharp ear. He detected sounds of surreptitious re treat from the folding doors of the drawing room. Dashing across tho lawn he intercepted and held fast tho fugitive. And Miss Kesworth alter nately menaced and cajoled him in vain. "Noa, noa," said honest Coles, who was one of the sturdy and stolid men of the shire, "I've got ee and I keeps ee, leastways till Sergeant says ee mun go." And he heeded not the lady's flights of eloquence. Nevertheless, it was a defeat The capture of the cracksman's accomplice would not restore the missing jewels. The plans had been too well contrived, DASIIINO ACROKS TUB I. A WW II IC SEIZfctt AND HELD THE FU01TIVK. and Christie was the sufferer. Hut my dear girl did not weep and wall as a fine dame might have done. She thrilled me with a touch and a whisper: "My dower has disappeared; perhaps papa will not le so hard to persuade now," she said. She was thinking of our love and plicrhted promise even in that hour. Miss Kesworth would not open her lips after it became patent thut ficti tious Indignation was wasted work. But it was obvious that she was greatly cast down. When Gerald liumber came in and heard the story there wus a second scene. He raved at tho stupid com plaisance with which he had received rogues aud impostors on the strength of their own representations. I saw a sneer on Miss Kesworth's thin fuce. She still sut silent Hut the real denouement was yet to come. When Sergeant 1'inter was for making a move and lodging his pritonor in the station house prepar atory to raising the hue and cry for the male swindler the door of the li brary opened. Sylvester Wade stood on the threshold. I think there was general stupefaction in the room. "What's this?" he said; and I recog nized the voice I had listened to ut Wil lesdon, "Oh, I see; there were two of them. You've taken one and I've caught the other. A queer business altogether. It looked fishy for mo at onetime. It isn't very hopeful now, I should say, for Mr. Levi Col borne; and he is his own victim" I never saw a whiter face, a wilder look of alarm, thun the wretched woman lu our midst presented. Pinter thought she was about to swoon, and called for water. Hut she wavol it from her Imperiously. "Levi Colborno!" I echoed "was it Levi Colborne!" And aurain, I recullel the fact thut Giinble, tiie ntuno taken by the sham Sylvester Wude, was un old ulias of the man we hu.i sought so muny months in vain. "Yes; and it was an uncommon sharp run between his wit and mluo " saU ths dsWcttve. "I told you that it was in un odd form the news came hieh took mo to Liverpool, Mi'. Curtis." You did." "I suspected it then, and Inquired further. I had arranged for another w ire to meet me by ono of my people at Kugby. This purported to disclose the sender as yourself. I'ortunutoly, I had met you. and knew at onco it was false, and therefore, a trick. I won dered if it had anything to do with s Hairs here. I changed my route, came back, and o.i to Hentbury as rapidly as I could. The first man I saw at Hentbury station was the fellow I was scouring Kngland for; and mads up to match me, too. He wanted to take the train for London. Didn't he gasp when I gripped h.m! There were two of us, for I brought mt man on in case I wanted he p So it was a good and safe take, und Collorne's under safe guard In the lock-up at Hentbury at this moment My chum's with him, and he won leusiiy bleak prison." There Is not much more to tolL The scheme hud been founded on current knowledge amongst (ierald Humber's ncqunintunc-s of the great value of Christie's jewels, und of tho dale when sho was to receive them. This hud reached the ears of Colborne, a thoroughly unsrcuplous adventurer. An advertisement shortly before for a ludy's companion opened the way, un I Collorne's wife estab lished herself at Cad more Manor ty the aid of forced testimonials as Miss Kesworth. The muster-mind of the conspiracy know ho was wanted by Wude for a very different set of offen ces, and knew thut ho resembled the detective. Ho conceived the idea of playing an exceedingly bold game by blufling Wude, sending him on a wild goose chase, und helping himself in the interim to his identity. By these means, and his wife's theft of the ring, ho was official )' invited to the houso he intended to r i tie. The plan Iroks down, as I suid at the outset, by reason of the casual introduction of myself amongst the set of actors. The pen alty of failure was a long term of im prisonment for botii tiie Colbornes. Christie's joweis were recovered from the person of the thief, and a considerable part of my own property was also, in the sequel, reclaimed. Hut the happy thing for me was that, when I bought my City partnership, Gerald's Humber's congratulations took tho shape of a freo consent that Christie should be my wife. I take it that to any young man such a promise means power at the springs of enter prise. Saturday Night Mi Certainly Would. Kirby Stone I hate to mention it, dear, but I must tell you that business has been awfully poor lately. If you could economize a little In dresses wear something plainer. Mrs. Stone Certainty, dear; I shall order some plainer divjsjs to morrow. Tid Bits, . Ilenudu'ts Ni'eil Niti l:il Thin. Neighbor I hear your father in- tends to put up a new house Who is his builder? Boy What's thut? "Why, the er one that bosses tho job." 'Oh! Why, ma, of course." Good News. To Act I'u it NHtiiiully. Judge How did you como to get drunk and raise such a disturbance? Prisoner Devotion to my profession, your Honor. I am cast for the star part in "Ten Nights in a Barroom," and I want to learn to act my part naturally. Texas Sifttngs, Kyphosis Ulcyc'lntnritiu. "John, " she said, "you must provida yourself with a bicycle costume, unless you give up riding." "Why?" "Because your best trouoers are get ting kyphosis bicy clisiarum at the knees." Washington Star. Our Chll.li'.'il Will I.lva to Sue It. "That smacks of equal justice, and I hope to live to see the day," said the president "Our children will live to see it, if we don't," prophetically remarked tho economist, as he bade tho club good evening. Exchange. Very Nitturul, Physician What seems to be the matter with Mr. Scribble? Editor's Wife I don't know. He's all doubled up with pain. Physician Ah, I see. It is doubtless a case of writer's cramp. Rochester Post-Express. Well Supplied, Indued, The body of a man with a pencil be hind his ear, a pair of shears in his right hand and his pockets tilled with gold has beon excavated at Pompoii. He is supposed to have been a tailor who advertised well. I id Bits. McSwatters That was a pretty bad cut they gave you in tho paper the other duy. I McSwitters Whut's thai? McSwatters Why, they printed your picture. Syracuse Journal. KncmirHKl ng. Fastidious Customer The last time I wus here I found a hair In the soup. Waiter Dot's so, sah; but youdidn't find none dis time. Idone tuck 'em ull out before I brungyerdersoup. Tex us Sifting. Trashed ou I'rlnelple. Fond ParentI cannot interfere, Bobby; your teacher writes me that she trashed you on principle. Hobby Well, she didn't Don't you think I know where she licked me? Lifo. Mutlier-io-Luw Not f'rtcml. Yeast Who is that lady talking to your wife? Is she a friend of tho family? Crimson beak No, Indeed; it's vaj wife's mother. Yonkers Statesman. Ml Would bo Morat Thun a 8ltr, He Would you like to go to tho "Wodding King," the new opera? She (shyly) No. I would rather have you bring it to me, Syracuse Journal
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