My Neighbor.
Whst If my neighbor Ilea alied,
Until the morning is half spent;
While wife ami I haro workod instead.
And earned euough to pay tho rent;
He sloops and has no ront to pay,
We toil and sing tho livelong day.
What if my neighbor drives a pair
Of blooded horses sleek and (loot;
We save enough to pay our fnre,
And lake tho horse-oar down tho strool;
He makes a picture on the way,
Wo look and have no charge to pay.
What if my neighbor goes to church
And proudly sits whero all can see,
While we are left quite in the lurch.
And in a corner l>eud tho kiioe;
Of piety this is no test,
Hie poor in spirit are the bleat.
I know my neighbor rich has grown.
But cannot aoo hia heart within;
I only nesd to scan my own
And kesp it bee from envious sin;
To Him In whom there's naught obscure.
All men alike are weak and poor.
—C. P. Rutfell, in Detroit Free
MISS MINKLEY'S MISTAKE.
" Don't you kuow me?" said Martha
Minkley.
The Reverend Paul Blossom was dig
ging np the bed for late peas, nnder the
pink clouds of the apple boughs, with
his straw hat tilted on the top of his
head, hia linen coat fluttering in the
wind, and his brow beaded with per
spiration.
One little Blossom was following at
his heels with a toy rake, smoothing
down the lumps of fragrant earth ; a
second was bnilding houses with clam
shells in the angle of the garden wall,
while two others wero engaged in the
wholesale manufacture of mud-pies at
the kitchen doorsteps—all four dirty,
happy and demoralized.
Mr. Blossom looked hard at tho trim
figure, with its neat chip hat, black
and-white checked plaid shawl and
flonnoed alpaca dress. He was a little
near-sighted, a little absent-minded,
and yet—surely this sweet-voiotd, cher
ry-cheeked woman was none of tho
listers of his (lock I
" No," said Mr. Blossom ; " I —can't
say—that I do."
Miss Minkley smiled and colorod a
little.
" Try and think back," said she, "to
the days of the Wesleyan seminary on
Boee river, where we recited lloman
history in the same class, and old Doc
tor Dodge heard us in rhetorio and
English literature—old Doctor Dodge,
who wore green spectacles and talked
through his nose 1"
Mr. Blossom dropped his spade.
"It's Matty Minkley," said he
" But, dear me, hor -ou've changed I"
"I haven't grown any younger, I
suppose,' said .Martha, biting her lip.
" But that's a complaint that is common
to us all, Mr. Blossom."
"Yes, I know—l know I"
Paul, turning red to the very roots of
his hair as be realized what an awkward
mistake he had made. " Time doesn't
spar. any of us." And then, feeling
that ho had not bettered matters, ho
ma le haste to ask: " And how came
you in Toppleton village."
" My cousin's hnsband, Hiram Dodd,
keeps the hotel," said Martha. " I'vo
some to see about a situation as house
keeper for a gentleman that Mrs. Dodd
knows; for I am not above earning my
own living, Mr. Blossom."
Bhe spcke with a little fullness in her
throat, for she had somehow cherished
Paul Blossom's memory kindly since
those boy-and-girl days, and now lie
never even asked her to "Come in I"
"He might have introduced me to
his wife, at least," said Miss Minkley to
herself as she walked, swift and lightly,
along the green path under the spread-
ing maple trees. " Thai wouldn't have
been too much for old acquaintance
■eke. Bat if he chooses to forget old
times I can only follow his lead. I
wouldn't have thought it of him,
though."
And the waving billowa of the dis
tant apple orchard swam in the disks of
two big tears, which momentarily ob
scured Miss Mink ley's bright, black
•yea.
And Mr. Blosaom mechanically dag
the pea bed up, planted the " wrinkled
marrowfats," and went into the honse,
whore his sister, a middle-aged spinster,
of a care-worn aspect and a very un -
certain temper, was engaged in single
oombat with the children.
•' I declare, Paulshe croaked,
catching sight of her brother, •• them
children are enough to try the patience
of Job. All washed clean this morn
ing, and mended and darned—and now
look at 'em I Why, a gypsy gang
couldn't be moro discreditable in their
appearance I*'
Mr. Blossom looked feebly at the
chubby, rosy, dirty flock.
"It never used to be so when Mary
was alive," said be.
* Well, and that's jast what Ism
•eying," mid Miss Blossom, tartly; "and
what I my every day in the week—you
eugbt to marry again."
••Tea," said Mr. Blossom, with a
*gh, "I suppose I ought."
And by some onrions link of ideas he
thought of Martha Minkley, standing
act thero among the spplo blooms,
with the delicate pink color on her
chocks anil the old roguish sparkle in
her blaok eyes.
"Certainly you ought," said Miss
Blossom, thinking of Hester Hendor
son, the village dressmaker, who had
money in the hank, which ought fairly
to compensate for her Qorgon-like
severity of countenance. "Borne one
of matnroage and ripened judgment"—
"Of course I of ooursol" said the
Reverend Paul.
" Who will befit her position as a
clergyman's wife, and keep your house
for yon in a model manney, as it should
be kept," wont on Miss Blossom, "and
govern your children with discretion
and mildness."
"Yes, to bo sure," said Mr.Blossom.
"I believe I know tho very person to
realizoall these ideals."
"Bo do I," said Miss Blossom, orao
ularly. " And not a hundred miles
away, either "
" In this very village," said Paul.
" Exaotly," nodded his delighted
sister.
"It is oertainly my duty," said Mr.
Blossom. ' And somehow, upon this
very day of all days, I feel moved to
fulfill it"
And ho put on his best suit, and went
straightway to the Eagle hotel, kept by
one Qiram Dodd and Elvira, his wife.
"Is Miss Minkley to be seen?' he
asked, politely, of Mrs. Dodd, who
came out from the kitchen with car
mine cheeks, and wiping her hands
upon a snowy roller towel.
"Oh, yes, I guess sol" said Mrs.
Dodd, smiling and oourtesying to the
clergyman. "Squire Telwright has
just been to see her; but I'm pretty
sure that he has gone now. Mat—
Matty, where are yon ? Oh, she's in the
blue parlor! Please to walk in, Mr
Blossom."
And tho clergyman walked solemnly
into the pretty blue-carpeted room,
with its mtich waxed mahogany chairs,
gaudy rug and stiffly-starched muslin
curtains, where Martha Minkley sat
knitting.
" Miss Minkley," said bo, entering
without unnecessary prelude on the
subject which was at present absorbing
his mind, "wc Lave known each other
from childhood."
M Yes," said Martha.
" And I believe you to be a devout
Christian, a conscientious woman and a
good housekeeper."
" I hope I am," said fMiss Martha,
rather iluttered _by this unusual ad
dross.
"In my home," said Mr. Blossom,
abruptly, "I need all three. And I be
lieve Providence has pnt it into my
had and heart to appeal to you at this
critical opportnnity."
Miss Minkley neither blushed,
giggled nor burst into tears, she
rocked back and forth, went composedly
on with tho rod worsted sock that she
was knitting, and lifted her black eye
br.ws just the least little triflo,
" I'm very sorry,".said sho. "I only
wish yon had been a little earlier; but
I'm engaged already."
" Engaged ?"
Mr. Blossoms'* lower jaw fell; ho
stood blankly looking at her.
"To Mr. Tel Wright I" explained Miss
Minkley.
" Bnt he's sixty!" cried Mr. Blossom.
" Ho is not young," admitted Martha.
"Surely, suroly, Mrtha," argued
Paul, forgetting all formalities in his
eager interest, "you cannot care for
him V
" N—no," said Martha, "I can't say
that I do. But bo offers mo a very good
heme."
• Is it possible, Martha," mid the
good clergyman, reproachfully, " that
you can allow yourself fo be swayed by
considerations like this 7"
•• One must do tho host one can for
onosclf," said Miss Minkley.
"Well, well," sighed Mr. Bloeaom,
•• it would be downright sinfnl to doubt
that all is ordered for the beat. It is
the will of heaven. I always liked you,
Martha, and I believe your life with me
would have !>een both nsefnl and pleas
ant. At loaat, no effort of mine should
have been lactlng to make it so."
'To very sorry," said Martha, de
murely. "But flrst come first served,
you know."
"I should like occasionally to oall
and see you," said the olergyman.
" You will still be in my parish, you
know?"
"Ob, certainly," said Martha. "I
hope we shall always be the best of
friends"
And Mr. Blossom almost fancied that,
for a quarter of a second, the tender
grasp of bis hand was in some measure
returned.
He walked dejectedly out
" I am too late, Mrs. Dodd," he mid,
meeting the cheery landlady, who was
ootning in wilh a pair of newly-bright
ened brass candlesticks.
•'Dear, dear, airf mid Mrs. Dodd.
"She has already promised herself to
Mr. Telwright. Thongh how, to be
sure, she oould ever have made his
acquaintance—"
"She wasn't acquainted with him*
air, H said Mrs Dodd. " Not at all*
At least, not until I introduced 'em, an
hour ago!"
The Reverend Paul looked horrified.
" And yet," ho gasped, " she is going
to marry him 1"
Mrs. Dodd, in her consternation,
dropped one of the brass candlesticks.
" Bless your heart alive, sir I" she
cried oat, " sho ain't a goin' to do
nothing of the kind. Hint's only going
to bo housekeeper for bim at twenty
dollars per month, and two servants
kept. You wasn't a-moanin' sir, to—"
" I was asking her to bo my wife,"
said Mr, Blossom, solomnly ; "and I
fully helioved that sho understood me
to that effect."
Mrs. Dodd grospod eagerly at the
sleeve of his coat.
"Uhe couldn't!" said she. "Just
wait a bit, sir—wait a bit. Martha!
Matty 1 come out hero this minute!
You haven't understood a word that the
Reverend Mr. Blossom has said to you.
lie has asked you to marry him I"
The knitting fell from Miss Minkley's
bands ; she turned vory pule and began
to tremble. Was it then true—the
crushed-out, forgotten dream of her
whole life? the reaching instinct of her
hungering heart ? Did some one really
love her at last—even her ?
"I—l didn't comprehend 1" said she.
" 1 supposed that he wanted me to be
his housekoeper. I believed that his
wife was living."
" Hhe's been dead thoee four years,"
interjected Mrs. Dodd. " And if evei
there was a saint upon earth, Martha
Minkley, and a man as any woman
might bo proud to marry, it is Mr. Paul
Blossom."
Martha held out her handa.
"Paul," said she, forgetting all the
years that had elapsed sinoe they were
boy and girl together at the Woeleyan
seminary, "do you care f r me? Do
you love me, Paul?"
"I do," ho nnswered, solemnly.
"Then I will bo your wife," aaid
Martha, with a little sob.
In this world nothing is altogotber
satisfactory. The Reverend Paul Blos
som was happy; so was Martha Mink
ley, so were the children, and, in a
lesser degree, Mr. and Mrs. Hiram
Dodd. But Miss Jemima Blossom was
not at all ploased, after haviDg selected
Miss Hester Henderson as her brother's
second wife. Neither was Miss Hender
son herself, who had alroady settled on
the color of her wedding hat. And
H]uiro Telwright was oompellod to ad
vertise in the ps|>er for a suitable
housekeeper after all.
But Love, a late-blooming flower in
some lives, was beginning to brighten
Miss Martha Minkley's solitary ex
istenoe at last; and what mattered any
thing else?— Rrln Fi-rml Qratvt.
I'KtRLK OP THOUGHT.
A face that cannot smile is never good.
We like to give in the sunlight and to
receive in the dark.
Prosperity unmasks the vices; adver
sity reveals the virtues.
Experience is the name men give to
their follies or their sorrows.
Sometime* we may learn more from
a man's errors than from his virtues.
The waves of happiness, like those
of light, sre colorless when unbroken.
Strong thoughts are iron nails driver
in the mind that nothing can draw out-
When was a man over weak that the
devil did not charge down npon him ?
Eternity is long enough to make up
for the ills of our brief troubled life
here.
If you would not have affliction visit
you twice, listen at once to what it
teaches.
A man in any station can do his
duty, and doing it oan earn his own
respect.
Do not oast yonr hardens npon otherr
Hest thorn between youraelf and
heaven I
If yon assume the garb of a fool, are
you very sure that you have not a natural
right to it.
There is nothing more neooesary than
to know how to bear the tedious mo
ments of life.
Retribution stands with uplifted ax,
and culture, rank and robes of sanctity
cannot stay its blow.
It is always safe to learn even of ont
enemies —-seldom safe to venture to In
struct even our friends.
It la true wisdom to speak but little
of the injuries you have reoeived or
the good deeds you have dona.
If our whole time was spent in amus
ing ourselves we should find it more
wearisome than the hardest day's work.
Never speak evil of another while you
are under the influence of envy and
mslevolenoe, but wait till your spirits
are cooled down, that you may better
judge whether to uttor or auppreea the
matter.
There is, perhaps, no quality which
hns a more pervading influence in giv
ing color to the whole character than
the strictest truthfulness, for it is the
foundation-stone of honesty end an su
perseding integrity.
Alwaye say a kind word if yon oan, if
only that it may corns in, perhaps, with
singular opportuneness, entering eocs
mournful man's darkened room like a
flre-fly whose happy circumvolutions
be cannot but watch, forgetting his
many troubles,
AS EltA OP I'AIUtIUDF.H.
Th Farmldiitila Mat Alrnidy Iteportad
In INS*.
The conviction of a boy twelve years
old of murdering his father in Missouri
recalls a rather formidable Hat of par
rioidos this year, and it further raises
the question of the propriety of hang
ing a child. Pomeroy, the youthful
Boston fiend, escaped the gallows nar
rowly on account of his years, but as
there was little doubt in his oase that
ho was a brute in human form, a freak
of nature that oonld hardly bo called
human without straining language, it
isn't elear that there was any reason for
exempting him. If he were really more
animal than human, as those who
pleaded for his life claimed, the fact
was rather for treating him like a mad
dog than for extending unusual clem
ency to him. Tho Missouri parricide is
also represented to be so peculiarly
bad that ho ought not to be hunged;
tint if ho is so much more diabolical
than other very bad boys, it is evident
that he is not the sort of youth to ra'se.
Conviction in this case has fol
lowed quickly on the crime.
On the Oth of July Ouy
Hmitb, a boy of twelve years of age, of
Kirkwood, Mo., having been punished
by bis father for fighting with his
brother, got a revolver and shot his
lather, Milton Hmith, Ho has been
tried and oonvicted of murder. There
have been severs! canes of the most de
liberate and cold-blooded parricide", in
some of which canes the criminals were
of tender years, though in most they
bad reached semi-maturity at least. In
January last a protracted quarrel be
tween a man named Hmitb,in Richmond,
Ind., and his wife and two BODS culmi
nated in his being shot by bis son Dan,
aged nineteen, after which Dan and an
older brother threw the body into the
well. The wife and mother was a party
to the affair and locked up tho smaller
children, so that they would be out of
Ibe war when the enme was committed.
The son who did the shooting got a life
sentence in the penitentiary. All the
criminals were very hardened, and con
fessions were raadily extracted from
them. In February Holomon Iticbards,
of Charlton, Mass., was shot and killed
by his son, s young married
man. Tho murderer claimed
that his father had abused
his mother. There wan some evidence
that he shot bis father to get possession
of the farm. On the 17th of the month
James O. Allison wsi hanged at Indiana,
I'enn., for the deliberate murder of his
father two years before. The father and
mother were on bad terms, and the aon
sided with his mother, and had long
entertained a bitter hatred against his
father on his own account. He was
thirty when executed. Later in the
month Charles B. Oillem, aged seven
teen, shot his invalid mother in her bed.
Having bad a dispute with her, he went
into another room, got a pistol and
killed her, and when arrested manifested
no remorse. This occurred in Macomb
county, Ohio. In the aam month-
February was productive of parricides—
John Lanalia, who lived twenty miles
from Roolf Rapids, lowa, was shot by
his daughter, aged twenty. The girl's
lover, to whom the father objected, fnr
uished her with the pistol, and her
mother and younger sister were in the
plot They bad been intending
to kill John since last November,
hot neither the wife nor the younger
laughter could muster up oonragn to
do it *o they sent for the older girl,
who was awsy, to come home and do
the bloody work. The family oom
plained that John lanaha was cross and
did not provide well for his family. A
somewhat similar crime occurred in
May in the same Htate, near Muscatine.
In this case a man named McMonomon
was sbot by his young son, his two
daughters, both young, being parties
to the crime. They said they wanted
to have things tbeir own way at home
and they couldn't ao long aa the father
lived. Tbey planned that the young
est sister should confess that she killed
her father, their idea being that her
sex and age would shield her from
eevere punishment, and so all would
escape. But the plot fell through. On
the 4th of July Frank Dagon, of Har
winton, Conn., puahad his father back
ward, breaking his neok, beeauaa be
was not allowed to take the bone and
go to ride. It is worth noticing that
all of these parricides occurred in the
rural districts, and, with one or two ex
ceptions, among farming people.—Chi
cago
An English statistic says that no less
than 7,000 swans' skins are annually im
ported into London alone for the ex
clusive manufacture of the "puffs"
used for the purpose of laying powder
on the fees. Every swan's akin makes
about utxty puffs, which would make
an annual consumption of 490,000
puffs. Is, thee, tha natural whiteness
of the English f in a myth f The aamr
English statistic says that tons of rior
and wheat powder an consumed an
anally in England, and he regrets iht
waste of so mnoh rice end wheel,
which might be better need to feed
the starving.
A Cartons Mnuff-Hox.
Shortly after the breaking out of the
French revolution, ite advocated <lo
nonnoed our premier an "an enemy to
the bnman race;" that man, "no eaey
to live with," who dang the aong abont
himself, called "Billy Pit, the Tory.*
Ilia secretary one day told him that a
foreigner, who spoke English tolerably
well, had twice or thrico asked to see
him; bat, not looking like a proper
applicant, had been sent away, the
great man's time being too precisns for
him to admit every stranger who, on
frivolous pretexts, might seek to gratify
an idle curiosity. This person, how
ever, had said he should return in an
hour ; the secretary, therefore, thought
it his duty to inform Mr. Pitt of such
intention, and ask his farther orders in
the affair.
" Have the goo'neas," said the min
ister, "to open the top left-hand
drawer in that cabinet and bring me
its contents."
These were a pair of pistols and a
morocco case; opening the latter he pro
duced a snuff-box, in which was seta
portrait.
"Is that like our visitor f" asked
Pitt
"It is the man, sir," answered the
locretary.
"Ah, I have expected him for some
lays t He is sent over to assassinate
me; so when he calls again, let him be
shown up."
"Birl" exclaimed the attached re
tainer, "will you expose to danger your
life on which so much depends?"
"Therewill be no danger, I thank
you; but you maybe within call, if you
please."
Accordingly the Frenchman, on his
vturn, was ushered into the room
shore William Pitt sat alone—a loaded
jiatol in one hand, the miniature in tbo
other.
" Monsieur Mehee do la Touche,"
Mid Pitt, calmly, "you soe I am in
every way prepared for yon, thanks to
an agent employod by this government.
Attempt my llfo, and your own instant
ly jays the forfeit. In any case 1 shall
have yon secured, and given over to
the law."
The intended assassin stood para
lysed and dumb at this cool reoeption.
•' But," continued Pitt, " there is
another alternative—personal safety
and high rewards are in your power.
Sell your services to Groat Britain ;
make your market of whatever secret
information you can procure, that may
gnard us against the machinations of
your country ; he, in fact, one of the
neoessary evils which policy forces us
to use in desperate cam a ; do what no
honorable man could do to save your
self from speedy death ; ycur conscience
is stained by purposed murder. Com
ply, perforce, with those conditions,
and you shall he as liberally paid as
you must, by all parties, be justly
despised."
The secretary used to repeat bis il
lustrious master's words, which were,
as nearly as possible, to the foregoing
effect.
The clover miscreant joyfully ao
cepted these terms, and for many years
earned the bribes of a spy in our be
half.
No doubt a snuff-box was the safest
medium for the warning portrait, as
fancy heads frequently adorned such a
thing; while, hal the miniature been
set as a locket, whoever saw it must have
been sure that it depictod some real in
dividual.—Jsmdon Society.
Beryl's Hravprj.
" BP lITTP, Beryl."
The north wind ni bowling fiercely
through the oordege of a eUneb ree
•el M abe danced madly through the
teething water* that at retched away
from her on every aide in desolate fury.
Now poised on the crest of a great
green billow, and anon plunged into a
watery depth that seemed to end only
in the bosom of the earth, the good
ship struggled bravely with the mighty
forces of the tempest; but though bar
timbers might groan in almost human
agony, there was no parting of the
aaams, no weakening of the bolts that
held dock and bulwark together in so
Arm a clasp.
It was Berly MoOloekey's wedding
trip. Two days agone she had been
joined in wedlock's holy bonds to George
W. Simpson, and her mother had con
sented to go with them on their bridal
journey. It was her loving arm that
supported Beryl now, her kindly voice
that spoke the words with which this
ohapter opens.
• George cannot love me, mamma,"*
the girl said, speaking In low, mellow
tones, "or he would be at my aide now,
when I need him so sorely."
•• Do not judge hastily, my child," re
plied the mother. • George Is very
buy. Even now I me him leaning over
the vessel's side,"
"Is he then so very stokT asked
Beryl.
"Quits very," said Mrs. McOlosksy.
" Has hs thrown up his situation V
" No, my darling," ,
•Than," said the girl,s holy lovr-light
illuming her pure young face, "I will
never leave him."— Chicago JVtfeme.
. . - . V ... .
Resolve.
Build on lUsolve, and not uyitt r (/rct
Tha structure of thy future. I>o aiA grope
Among the shadows of old sius, hut let
Thine own soul's light shins on the path of
bop*
And the 'larlui'M. Waste no tear*
Upon the blotted reward* of lost years,
lint turn the leaf, art'! smile, oh ! smile to
see
The fair white pages that remain for thee.
f'raUi not of thy repentant*, But believe
The spark divine dwells in thee ; let it grow.
That which the npreaching spirit can achieve
The grand and all creative fortes know.
They will assist and strengthen, as the light
Lifts np the aoorn to the oak tree's height.
Thou hast but to resolve, and lo ! God's
whole
Great universe shall fortify thy aouL
Ella WtumUr.
PCNMEJfT PAIIAUItAPIIH.
Bluefisbing—Not no much a* a nibble.
A pair oI pumpn: Two special re
porters.
The way to treat a man of doubtful
credit is to take no note of him.
" Oh 1 for a better half,'' naid the sor
rowing widowrr. when he found a coun
terfeit fifty-cent piece among bia coin.
"I shall follow her soon," said a sad
eyed man at the grave of his wife.
Within a month he was following
another woman.
The great demand of the age is an
invention by which a man may be en
abled to deacend a fire escape without
breaking his neck.
"Is that marble T said a gentleman,
pointing to a bust of Kentuek'vs great
statesman. "No, sir; that's ( lay,' quiet
ly replied the dealer.
A dull old lady being told that a eer •
tain lawyer wan lying at the point of
leatb, exclaimed: "Oh, dear ! won't
even dtath stop that man lying V"
The man who is as bold as a lion six
days in the week covers bis fishing rod
with the horse blanket on Sunday and
drives through the back streets. •
A borne thrust.—Doctor: "Now, tell
me, colonel, bow do you feel when yon
have killed a man?'' Colonel: "Oh,
very well, thank yon, doctor—how do
you?"
A letter addressed "gin oshed, mas
tusit," mailed in Champlain. New York,
was forwarded by a sharp-witted clerk
to Indian Orchard, Mass., and found its
owner.
" Whst a change," exclaims a novel
ist. "one little woman can make in a
man's life 1" " Exactly," aays a victim;
" and what a heap of change' she re
quires while doing it I*
"What building is that?" aaked a
stsangcr of a boy, pointing to a school
house. "That?" said the boy. "Why,
that's a tannery I* And he feelingly
rubbed his back as he passed on.
" I know," said a little girl to her
sldsr sister's young man at the supper
table, " that yon will join our society
for the protection of little birds, be
cause maiums says yon are very fond of
larks."
ntlfl was s oiue-eyed, sweet-faced girl,
and when she asked at the country fair,
"Where are the beetles who made the
beets r the honest granger in charge
stuffed half a pear into hia mouth and
crawled nnder a table to get ont of
sight.
A preacher was called upon by aomt
of his congregation to pray for rain, of
which the crops stood greatly in need.
His reply was, that he would pray if his
congregation desired it, but he was very
■are it would not rain until the wind
changed.
An exchange tells of a railroad bag
gage-maater who missed his train.
Probably on account of a struggle with
a trunk that didn't break so easily as
usual. Of course he woul 1 have felt
ashamed to put a trunk on whole, and
go took it out behind the station to
finish it
m pionao, sir, I want a Bible," said a
bright youth. The Bibls was handed
to the boy, wbo bad been sent for it
and was aboot to carry it away. But
be stopped a moment and inquired: "Is
it this year's r That boy had heard
something about the revisoo of the New
Testament, but couldn't tell exactly
whet it was.
A bibulous gentleman wua introduced
to a lady who had been represented to
him as quite a talented artist. H#
greeted her by saying: "I understand,
that you paint I" She started,
blushed deeply, and, recovering herself
after a few eeoonda, raid, with aa mueb
acidity of tone and style aa ahe could
command: " Well, if 1 do paint, I don't
make any mistake and put it on my
nose."
Boms objects just found in Nenl
-hatel are oonsidetwd by Swim arebia
alogists to throw n new light on the
history of the lake dwsUets. Among
thorn ws n carriage wheel with iron
rim, iron swords and many human
bones. ___
On his big Dakota farm ex-President
Hayes has, it Is said, this year 265
■ores of wheat, 275 acres of oats sod 10
MTSS of miscellaneous crops. From
the peasant outlook he will harvest not
tar from 20,000 bushels of grain.