SNOWING.
BT I. T. WFEK8.
. Feathering the willows.
Drifting in the hedges,
riling downy pillows
Uu the mountain ledges;
! Bordering the streamlet
Where the sedxes shiver,
Wnfting on a dienndet
To the drowsy river;
Weaving robes of ermine
For the perished roses,
Soft as couch of niernmn,
When the deep reposes;
Sparkling in a whisper
Mystical nnd olden, "
Silver thronted lisper
With a language golden;
Smoothing out the wrinkles,
In the cemetery,
Laughing where the tinklea
Of the bells are merry;
Dancing like a fairy.
Vanishing, returning,
Till the spirits airy
Set the woods a-yeaming.
From the Century Alagazine.
THE PROOF OF
THE PUDDING.
"That has always been my opinion,
or, at least, always since I stopped
letting mamma form my opinions
for me," said a distinctly pleasing
feminine voice behind him.
Colton turned casually around from
the desk by the wall, where lie was
writing his usual prist of Sunday
letters, not so much because the hotel
stationery is both excellent and In
expensive, as because his own room
was lonely, to see who the speaker
might be. The great room was filled
with men and a few women, seated
at the small tables drinking and chat
ting, while the waiters moved silent
ly about, well groomed products of
the tipping system. The table a few
feet from Cotton's elbow was now oc
cupied by a wholly charming girl
and a young man who Colton Instant
ly decided was unworthy of her. In
the first place he was a touch too
good looking, and In the second place
his clothes fitted his figure too well,
bo Colton thought, for a man evident
ly In his senior year In Divinity.
Colton turned back to his desk,
not to write, but to listen.
"I'm glad to hear you say so," the
student said, continuing the conver
sation begun before entering the
room. "I've found lots of girls, up-to-date
girls, too, who didn't agree
with me. But what will you have to
drink?"
"Lemonade," said the girl.
"Oh, try a cocktail," urged her
companion.
"No, thank you," she answered,
Wth that peculiar half laugh those
ho know women are aware Is the
expression of finality.
Colton mentally Bcored one for the
girl, while her companion, calling a
waiter, ordered a lemonade and a
Scotch.
"Yes," the man continued, "I have
Always said that it was unjust and
illy In a country so universally re
spectful to women as ours, to deny a
girl the opportunity of making chance
acquaintances, say during a long, tire
some railway trip, or something of
that sort. If a girl is coming alone
from Cleveland to New York on a
Pullman car, and If there is a young
man near her, evidently a gentleman
and of her social position, why on
earth isn't It all right for her to ac
cept his offers to make her more
comfortable and to pass away the
dismal time of the Journey in conver
sation pleasant for both of them?
I can see no harm In It."
"Nor I," said the girl. "I have al
ways thought that, as I told you. If
one has common sense, such things
can be managed all right. The trou
ble Is, girls put our theory into prac
tice too young, when they don't know
the world, and get scared into prim
ness. "
"Now, If they'd only wait till they
are grown up and sensible like you,"
said the man, with what Colton de
cided was undue effusiveness, "how
much more delightful a time they
could have, with something of the
treedom in getting fresh viewpoints
from strangers a man enjoys.
Colton stole another look at the
girl. Yes, she wag decidedly charm
Ing. He began to wish he were a
hypnotist and could make the man
ask her on vbat day and train she
-would return to Cleveland. Just then
he glanced at him. He turned back
quickly. Could it be possible? No,
be tola himself; on the train, per
taps, but not here while her caller
,a -1 1 Vl 1iai. If 'ab IiIh 1 .. i
nn " 1 " tit. 1 , II. " ID 1J 13 UUiy UUC
of reading fulfilment into what was
not there. As the dramatist said.
there Is a limit to all vanity, even
that of a Harvard man.
"Again, haven't you been forced
to wait alone sometimes for a long
while In a place where It was not
wholly pleasant for a girl to be with
out an escort?" continued the young
woman's companion. "Such situa
tions are bound to occur. Now, would
it not be more pleasant for you If
A nice man, perhaps seeing your em-
hflrr&RKlns' nnnltinn annlra tn vnn
feel free to accept his friendliness in
the spirit intended, and to chat with
him to pass' away the tedious wait?"
' "I should feel quite free to talk
with him," said the girl, "it he be
haved himself."
"And it he didn't yon girls have
Always a way of artistically turning
us down," said her companion, with
' a "worldly snigger" (so Colton men
tally tagged hti laugh).
"Rather!" said the girl.
'But I'll tell you what makes me
angry," the man went on. "That Is to
have a girl, when she has met a man
In this fashion, and found him per
fectly presentable, Introduce him to
her friends as 'Mr. So-and-So, whom
I met at the beach,' or otherwise In
vent a lie to cover up what needs no
covering. Even from a worldly point
of view, lying is to be indulged in as
rarely as possible. Besides a girl,
though she needn't go out of her way
to stick up for ber principle, shouldn't
back down from it when when "
"When Bhe's caught with the
goods," laughed the girl. "Let me
help you out with a lay phrase. No,
you are quite right. I've known girls
to do just what you say. It's a touch
of their feminine timidity that causes
them to do it. Of course, as a matter
of fact, they don't need to make any
explanation, one way or the other,
when they Introduce a chance ac
quaintance."
'I'm glad to see we agree so thor
oughly," said the man. Colton
turned, for he did not like the tone.
"The flirt!" Colton muttered, and
dropped a book from the desk with
a loud noise.
It had the desired effect, for the
man straightened up. His cigar was
burned out, and he remarked to the
girl:
'If you'll excuse me, I'll get a fresh
cigar. I know the kind I want, but
I've forgotten the name, so I cannot
order from the waiter. You don't
mind being alone a minute, do you?"
"Certainly not," she said.
"I shouldn't think she would,"
thought Colton, as he watched her
companion go out of the room.
Five, ten minutes, passed, and he
did not return. Colton stole a look
at the girl. She was sitting alone at
the table, looking about her nervous
ly, for the room was now filled al
most entirely with thirsty men. Fif
teen minutes passed, and two large
specimens of the West entered, port
ly and red faced as the indirect result
of fortunate mining speculations.
They approached her table, the only
one with vacant chairs. Her ner
vousness increased. She looked em
barrassed and very lonely. Should he
or should he not? Colton debated.
Wasn't the game worth the candle,
any way or rather the snuffer?1
Just then she glanced at him again.
The Westerners were almost there.
He decided.
"Pardon me," he said, "but when a
girl is forced to wait alone in a place
where it is not wholly pleasant to be
without an escort "
"You have good ears," she Inter
rupted, coolly.
'Then you acknowledge that they
have not deceived me," he replied,
Bitting down, for the Westerners had
turned away.
"They have not," the girl said, "but
the conversation you took the liberty
of overhearing, like the chair you are
sitting In, was not meant for you."
"True," returned Colton, "nor was1
the chair reserved for those broad,
departing backs from Colorado, if I
mistake not."
"Thank you for that," said the
girl, softening a bit. "I should thank
you for that. But you have done your
duty now they have gone."
"Oh, no, my duty is not done '
they may return!" said Colton.
"But so may my escort," the girl
said hurriedly.
' 'A touch of feminine timidity.' "
Colton smiled. "And you know you
two agree so well," he added, mock
ingly.
The girl acknowledged the touch
by shifting ground.
"But I haven't time to find out If
you are presentable," she said.
"My ancestors came over in thsl
Mayflower," Colton answered meekly.
"Oh, everybody's did that!" saldl
she. ;
"Your point," laughed Colton.;
"But my name is Standlsh. That
should pass me."
"I can hardly believe you," the1
girl retorted. "You would never need
a John Alden."
Then they both laughed. And from
a mutual laugh there 1b no return.
Presently the student came backj
and started to ask pardon for his
delay. The girl interrupted. i
"Let me introduce to you," Bhei
said, pausing to watch Colton's face,
"my friend, Mr. Standish, whom I met
last summer in the White Mountains.
Isn't it too bad that he's got to run.
right away to make a horrid call?!
Mr. Addington, Mr. Standlsh." (
Colton braced to the shock, and
said blandly: i
"I am delighted to meet you, Mr,)
Addington. I wish you had been with
us last summer at the Crawford!
House."
"The Crawford House," exclaimed
Addington. "I thought Miss Bates
always went to Bethlehem."
Colton backed off and gathered up1
his letter.
"Perhaps it was Bethlehem," he
said, looking straight into the girl's
.'ace. "One meets so many girls in a
summer it Is hard to keep them dif
ferentiated."
Then he went on hlB way. ;
Not long after he might have been
seen In his lonely room writing to bis
college chum on the unholy joy ot
having the last word. New Yorlr
Times.
His Offense.
Jones "Green bought a second
hand automobile three weeks ago,
and he has been arrested six times in
it."
Smith "For exceeding the speed
limit?"
Jones "No; for obstructing the
street." Pittsburg Dispatch.
True.
Western woman holds that large
feet are evidence of great brains
Maybe. But it's no place to carry
them. New York Herald.
Cost of Distribution
Makes Food Prices High
By JAMES O. WHITNEY
HiR nnt nt livine la hleh not so much Ibecause of a decrease in
I the production of the necessaries of life, tout ibecause of the
i I expensive system of distribution at present In operation.
I . . . i . i . ... I .. .. I .. ninnnhanfa fcnmVTl
naiiroaa transportation anu cuuiuusmuu iuch."-,
as middlemen, are responsible for the present high cost of liv
ing. ' ,
It is true that the fanner 19 getting Detter jjnera ur
products than ever before, and, on the whole, this is a good thing lor the
country generally. But the farmer Is not getting all the increase put upon
provisions in recent years, nor anywhere near the increase.
Even at the present good prices paid to him there lfl enough going to
waste on the farms of the country, a little here and a little there, which
if collected and shipped would feed the suffering multitudes abundantly.
Apples rotting on the ground, turnips, beets, carrots and other vege
tables fed to the hogs. -
Why? Simply because It does not pay to ship these email lots, ior
when tho railroads collect their tariffs and the middlemen have exacted their
enormous tribute there is not left enough to pay the farmer for the ibarrei
or crate In which the stuff was shipped, not to speak of his labor in raising,
gathering and packing It. . .
A parcels post -would undoubtedly go a long way toward remedying mis
difficulty. It would bring the producer and consumer nearer each other ana
cheapen the exchange between them. .
There Is no question as to the ability of the country to iproduce enougn
and to spare so that all the people may eat, drink and foe merry.
The .prdblem Is to get our products distributed at the lowest possible cost.
High Water Mrk of Bliss.
By Dr. MAURIER PETER IBEETSON
HE happiest day In ell my outer lire!
For In an old shed full of tools and lumber at the end
of the garden, and half-way between an empty fowl-house and
a disused stable (each an Eden In Itself), I found a small toy
wheelbarrow quite the most extraordinary, the most tinheard
of and undreamed of. humorously, daintily, exquisitely fascinating
X
object I had ever come across In all my brief existence.
I spent hours enchanted hours In wheeling brick-bats from the stable
to the fowl-house, and more enchanted hours In wheeling them all foacK
again, while genlnl French workmen, who were biiHy In and out cf the house
where we were to live, stopped every now and then to ask good-natured ques
tions of the "petit Anglais" and commend his knowledge of their tongue and
his remarkable skill In the management of a wheelbarrow. Well, I remember
wondering, with newly nroused self-consciousness, at the Intensity, the poig
nancy, the extremity of my bliss, and looking forward with happy confidence
to an endless succession of such hours in the future.
But next morning, though the weather was as fine, and the wheelbarrow
and the (brick-bats and the genial workmen were there, and all the scents
and sighs and sounds were the same, the first fine, cnreloss rapture was
not to be caught again, and the glory and the freshness had departed.
Thus did I, on the very dawning of life, reach at a single tide the hlgn
water mark of my earthlv bliss never to foe reached again by me on tins
Bide of tho Ivory gate and discover that to make the perfection of human
happiness endure there must be something more than a sweet French Paren
a small French wheelbarrow and a nice little English boy who spoke French
and had the love and approbation a fourth dimension is required.
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High Cost of Living Due to
Extravagant Use of Land
By D. W. MARTIN
ra9WFIUNQ your query "Why Does It Cost Wore to Live?" In
thla morning's paper, I reply as follows: It lies In the extrava
gant use of land, whether in city, suburban or farm property.
rrhr-a ttimianrwia nf ints In Manhattan and Brooklyn
J. 11 CI O tiv ii.uui'"-"" - -
boroughs without an adequate Improvement upon them. Specu
lation In suburb and subway has run riot. There Is no such
.v.i in oithor nf i.hn "horrniL'hs mentioned as a normal
congestion of population, while apparently it may seem abnormal
Let the title to land revert to the State, and let the ownership of Im
provements remain with the individual under proper legal safeguards and
fictitious value upon which our people pay exorbitant interest will be destroyed.
The great centres of population and business enterprises exact terrinie
tributo from those within and without their confines through their landed
PrOPTheoperation which represented the sum of $24 as a value for the trans
fer of the Island of 'Manhattan several centuries ago by its primitive com
munity to private ownership has culminated in our time to the measure ot
a billion dollars for that Identical Island in its virgin state, upon which
the present inhabitants must pay interest to private ownership, whether alien
or otherwise, and the end Is not yet in sight.
These conclusions must be measured toy percentage. One hundred per
cent, owned the island then, probably one per cent, own It now. Under
present conditions the State taxes the Individual the minimum, but allows a
few individuals to tax the other members of the State the maximum. Nevi
York American.
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Oriental Encouraged
Effect of the Russian Defeat by Japan's Armies
By SAINT NIHAL SINGH '
J ..... i r m
mimhE! defeat at arms of tne nuaiuns ny me Japanese gave a sen
" I faith and self-respect to the oriental which he never before
I I knew. It dispelled the hallucination of self-limitation; It opened
I . , . . I. . IV. ...tin- nnJ k n .nmm rr A nvimnllah
Visions OI wum mo jnu i"-
Each victory that the Japanese won, each humiliation the Rus
sians Buffered, shattered a thousand shackles which had kept the
dark-skinned nations of the orient cnainea to tne piuars or
prejudice and reaction. When the treaty was signed at Portsmouth, which
ended a bloody war, the dawn of a renaissance had resplendently crimsoned
the political horizon of every Asiatic country." China was disturbed from 1U
Inanition ot ages; India 'became a social and political volcano; Persia and
Turkey both became the storm centers of governmental change.
In the success which the Japanese parliament had achieved during Its
many .years of tenure there was a lesson for all Asia to transform the gov
ernmental machinery aoeordlng to the spirit of our times, which doubtless Is
strongly democratic In character; but the popular element had 'been Intro
duced into the Japanese administration without any ado. Tho mikado had
given up his absolutism bit by bit, and the carnage of the Manchurlan battle
field was needed to publish the news of the Japanese political revolution to
the orientals. The Russo-Japanese war turned the spotlight of investigation
upon the causes that had contributed to the success ot the Asian Islanders.
At the root of them all, the easterners learned, was the democratic attitude
that the present mikado displayed in training his subjects to exercise their
inallenaible birthright of self-government as opposed to being governed like
dumb beasts. Once the nations of Asia discovered this, all of them became
eager for political change for change from absolute despotism to limited
monarchy or republicanism
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Real Estate
Bv JAMES J. HILL
VERY nation is reduced, in the final appraisal of Its estate, to re
liance upon the soil. This is the sole asset that does not perish,
because it contains within Itself, if not abused, the possibility of
infinite renewal. All the life that exists upon this planet, all
the development of inan from his lowest to his highest qualities,
rest as firmly and as unreservedly upon the capacities of the soil
A4 do his feet upon the ground beneath him. The soil alone
is capable of self-renewal, through the wasting of the rocks, through the
agency of plant life, through its chemical reactions with the liquids and gases
within and about It A self-perpetuating race muBt rely upon a self-perpetuating
means of support. Our one resource, therefore, looking at humanity as
something more than the creature of a day, Is the productivity of the soil.
Yet the waste of our treasure has proceeded so tar here In America that the
actual value of the soil for productive purposes has already deteriorated more
than It should have done in fire centuries of km.
Assets
Do Not Perish
luck and
Adventure
JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
A HERO OF THE CAB.
No newspaper ever 1 reported the
deed of Dan Falrbalrn, which made
his name famous among the railroad
men of the Canadian Pacific system,
and still keeps well kept the grave In
which he lies in the little cemetery at
Chapleau, Ontario. Like many an
other hero of the rail Big Dan es
caped all the perils of his calling only
to die while comparatively young
from the sickness following an ordi
nary cold. On the Chapleau division,
which Includes most of the stretch
between Sudbury mines and Fort
William on Lake Superior, there Is
perennial danger from forest fires.
The track runs through an unculti
vated country of thick bush, and near
ly all the bridges are of wood, some
of them long upstanding trestle
spanning broad rivers or arms of
lakes. Frequently In late spring and
early summer the whole force ot the
bridge and building inspector Is de
tailed for days at a time to do nothing
but watch these structures while the
fires are raging.
With the first of the warm weather
in 1S87 the fires on this section of the
road became even more menacing
than usual, and the evening when
Falrbalrn backed his engine to No. 1
(the transcontinental mall) at Car
tier, a pall of smoke hid the sky.
Fifty-four miles from Cartler Is BIs
cotaslng, and about a mile farther on
is the long Bisco trestle. From the
time of leaving the point at which en
gines had been changed, the fire con
ditions had been getting steadily
worse, and the pillar of cloud on the
track ahead of the engine blacker and
denser. The muffled roar of the con
suming flames could be heard occa
sionally, and from time to time the
glare of the conflagration could be
Been for a minute or two by the pas
sengers. Evidently tho train was ap
proaching nearer to a danger zone In
stead of leaving the fires behind.
The express had cleared Blscota
slng and was heading for Ramsay,
when the fireman, Howard Gougeon,
thought he discerned a flicker of
flame apparently In the middle of the
track about half a mile ahead.
"Great Scott, Dan! I believe the
long trestle Is on fire," he said.
Falrbalrn scanned the track from
his side of the cab, but could see
nothing of the light. "Nonsense!" he
replied. "Between the bridge car
penters and the section men, we
should have heard of it long ago If
that was so. That is the one point
they'll both be watching just now."
At the same time he took in a
notch and continued to keep a sharp
lookout. They were within two train
lengths of the trestle at the end of a
long down grade, when Gougeon
"There It Is! Look now!" he cried.
No need to tell the engineer; he
had seen, understood and already
made up his mind. He had only a
second In which to act, and that small
spurt of fire told him that he was
within a few yards of a long wooden
bridge that had burned long since
and was now a smoldering ruin. To
attempt to Btop within the short dis
tance was out of the question; It
would only mean a heavy dead weight
creeping on the charred woodwork
and death for all.
There was just time to jump, but
Dan was not considering that. Still
the young fireman must have his
chance; bo the engineer threw a curt
"Drop off!" to him over his shoulder.
As he shouted the words, he yanked
the throttle "wide open and put on
every limit of speed of which his en
gine was capable. With a roar and
a rumble the train took the bridge.
Instantly the rush of the wind crea
ted by Its great speed acted as a gi
gantic fan on the smouldering wood;
the flames leaped high and enveloped
the whole train In a mantle of fire.
Underneath the rails sunk as in a
quagmire; but with hair and eye
brows scorched and the big blond
beard actually on fire, Falrbalrn
held tight to the wide open throttle,
and after an eternity of a few sec
onds the train was on the other side.
High above the whir of the wheels
on the ballasted roadbed sounded
crash after eras1". The long BIsco
taslng trestle had collapsed from end
to end!
When the frightened passengers
climbed out of cars, from which every
vestige of paint had been licked, and
stumbled over the ties to the river
bank, they aw only a long black
void. Not' even a remnant of the su
perstructure remained to t.how that
there had ever been L bridge at that
point. For a minute they regarded
the scene in awestruck silence, then
with one accord they made for the
engine. Clambering from the cab
was a blond giant of six feet 'five
Inches, who wiped with a piece of oil
soaked cotton waste a face blistered
and seared by fire.
Dan summoned a very one-sided
grin. "Pretty close," he said.
Close! Didn't they realize how
close it had been? Could they not
picture what might have been, had
this man sought only his own safety
or hesitated with bis duty for one
moment?
They lifted him, giant as he was,
on their shoulders, and carried htm
to the dining car. One ot their num
ber was a doctor, who Bet about ban
daging the face of the hero, much to
Dan's disgust.
"That's all right," said the engi
neer; "but first let's find out wheth
er they've sent a brakeman back.
It's no use our escaping it the next
fellow following Is dumped into the
drink."
ITJIuck and
8 Bl Adventure 8
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ooooocxxx
Assured that the conductor had
done his best by placing three red
lanterns on the bank and leaving
trainman In charge, Dan became only:
more impatient of. attention. "Get
'em all aboard, gentlemen," he said. ,
almost harshly, "If the brakeman ,
can't swim, It's up to us to hustle to
Ramsey as quick as we know how
and let the despatcher know what has
happened. No time for tomfoolery
just now, though I'm much obliged)
just the same."
The seventeen miles to Ramsey
were made in eighteen minutes, and
the warning message telling that tho
Bisco bridge had gone was sent in.
At Chapleau the.- wondered what had
happened, since such a message came ,
from the conductor and engineer of
No. 1 at the station next beyond this
very bridge.
In due course the conductor' and '
engineer made re.iorts. Dan's (which'
has been read by the writer of these
lines, who knew him well) was a dry,
terse statement of facts. That of the
conductor bad more ot imagination
and color. Both were forwarded to
the head office in Montreal, and a lit
tle later Daniel Falrbalrn was or
dered to report at the office of the
general manager, There he was pre
sented with one ot the best gold
watches money could buy, which bore
Insid the case r suitable inscription,
testifying to the gratitude of the com
pany for his heroic action. On his re
turn to Chapleau another surprise
awaited him. The division superin
tendent had received by express from
Vancouver an embessed address suit
ably framed, from the passengers who .
had reached the end of their journey,
with a request that it be presented to
Falrbalrn, together with the purse
of gold that accompanied It. New; .
York Tribune Sunday Magazine.
STRANGE ACT OF PROVIDENCE.
How remarkable are some of the
experiences of those who drive loco
motives for any length of time may
be gathered from a story of early
days In the West told by an engineer
not long ago in the official organ of
the Order of Railway Conductors.
About twenty-five years ago, while
working on what was known as the
P., M. & O. railway, which ran.
through the eastern part of Missouri,
he left Tacoma about ten o'clock one
morning with a train of twelve heavi
ly loaded passenger cars containing;
the members of a Sunday-school
bound for a picnic at a place known;
as Picnic Grove, about fifty miles dis
tant. It was insufferably hot, and be
fore the train had made more than
half, the distance clouds began to
gather, and soon the sky became
black as Ink. Evidently an exceed
ingly heavy thunder storm might be
expected at any time.
At last it came, a regular cloud
burst. The children In the train
thought only of a spoiled outing; but
the man in the cab was seriously con
sidering the possibility of a washout
and spread rails.
As they swung round a curve and
bore down on a small station at a1
speed ,of about thirty-five miles an
hour, the engineer, keenly on the
lookout despite the falling sheets of
rain, was horrified to discover that
the switch for the siding was set foal.
Probably a freight train had used it
and the brakeman had forgotten to
set It properly after backing out his
train.
To run over it meant a terrible dis
aster, and even the fireman, feeling:
sure that his own death -.as near,
could only whisper hoarsely, "Oh, the
kids, the poor kids!"
The engineer reversed and did all
In his power to bring the train to a
stop; but he knew that he could not
hope to bring up in time; the speed
was too great and the switch too near.
"Better stick to it!" he shouted to
hla fireman.
"I mean to," was the answer. "God
help us!"
Scarcely had the words left his
mouth when a bolt of lightning more
blinding than any before, flashed di
rectly in front of the engine, followed
by the terrific and peculiar crack of
thunder which indicated that the bolt
had struck something. Englnser and
fireman were half dazed, and by the
time they had fully recovered their
senses were astounded to discover
that they had passed the switch and?
were still riding safely on the main
line.
As soon as possible the train was
brought to a stop, and both hurried
back to discover what had happened.
The fireman took off his cap. "If
that isn't what they speak of as the
act of God, I know know what is!"
he said.
The lightning had struck squarely
between the switch and the rail, forc
ing over the track, and so allowing
them to pass in safety. While the
conductor hurried back to the station
'to make a report and call for section
men to make permanent repairs to
the switch, the pastor in charge of
the excursionists was listening to the
story of the engineer. At the end he
gazed at him curiously for a moment,
then said quietly:
"Yes, I think we should all give
thanks to our heavenly Father. Bv
the way, your hair was black when
you combed it this morning, was it
not?"
"Certainly," answered the driver.
"I'm afraid you won't find much
black left theie now," said the clergy
man. "It has become almost entirely
white." New York Tribune Sunday
Magazine.
Mean to the End.
The meanest man in Clnnamlnson
has just passed away, leaving careful
testamentary instructions that bis
doorplate was to be taken down and
put on his coffin. Los Angeles Times.