The Parisian composer who played
the piano twenty-four hours "on end"
went mad in consequence. What hap
pened to the neighbors is not stated.
There is a passenger steamer on the
Elbe where the warning against speak
ing to the man at the wheel is display
ed in four different languages. This is
the English version; "To the helm
marine gentleman, try conversation
not."
A Frenchman who was making his
first voyage to America in company
with his Americap wife, and whose
b rlty t> 1 Vm dean idioms was
somewhat limited, pointed to the sky
scrapers, as he came 'nto the harbor
and said "What is it you call those
high buildings? Oh, yes! I remember;
it is heaven sweepers!"
The legislature of Newfoundland
has provided liberally for the installa
tion of a cold storage system for the
fisheries of the colony. All the fish
now caught there are cured and salted
for the market, found principally in the
Mediterranean ports and Brazil, and it
is hoped to open up new markets for
the codfish, salmon, and other fish and
lobsters in a fresh state.
The playing of billiards by students
has been prohibited by the state agri
cultural college of Oregon. The action
was by resolution of the faculty, and
makes suspension the penalty of vio
lation of the rule. In making the an
nouncement President Gatch said an
examination of the college records
showed that SO percent of the failures
in class work were by students who
frequented billiard halls.
The New York police arrested a pro
fessional "fake fit thrower" the other
day. It was his practice to fall down
on the sidewalk in front of a fine pri
vate residence and pretend to have a
fit, whereupon he would usually be
carried into the house, dqsed with re
storatives and presented with money
by the sympathetic proprietor, after re
citing a hard luck story. By this
means he sometimes made as much as
$lB or $25 a day.
The Dangen Suspended railway in
Germany is a novel institution. The
cars run on a single overhead rail, the
trucks being on the roof of the train.
The truck wheels are mounted tandem,
and are driven by electricity transmit
ted through a contact rail andslipshoe.
The oscillation of the trains is limited
by projections on the truck frames.
In running around curves the car
swings into an inclined position which
is scarcely perceptable to the passen
gers. Each car holds fifty passengers.
The rate of speed is now limited to
twenty-five miles an hour. An auto
matic block system is used, the signals
being regulated by the cars themselves.
In general aspect the system is like an
elevated road.
It would be extremely edifying to
know of what credentials any one is
authorized to give voice to the opinion
of the American public. The public
hears its opinions quoted a good deal.
The public learns much about public
taste, public manners, public morals in
a most public way. The public polite
ly listens to every invidious criticism
of itself and often feels hypersensitive
about its own wants after they have
been described. Indeed, the public has
never wanted friends candid enough
to scold, cajole and pity it. Never
was an offspring more hopelessly un
weaned than the public, and no child
was never more untiringly quoted by
its mother. But who is the nurse or
guardian angel that hovers around the
cradle of the public and makes its
thought audible to itself? queries
the New York Commercial Advertiser.
It is not surprising that certain class
es of people in Europe, and especially
guides and the poorly paid hotel and
restaurant waiters, should appear in
the eyes of the American travelers as
robbers. The newly made millionaires
who have learned that it is the correct
thing to "splurge" in Europe give to
and foreigners and erroneous idea of
the American. For example, an adver
tisement in the London Times tells
that an American wants to buy "one of
the stately English homes" for which
he would "give a fancy price." It must
have at least thirty bedrooms, stab
ling for twenty horses, a great deal of
land, and good shooting, etc. The late
head of the Armour establishment
went all over Europe scattering Ave-
dollar tips to waiters —often as many
as twenty waiters in a single hotel re
ceiving ?5 dollara each during a single
day's stay. When an American who is
not reckless with his money follows in
the wake of such a spendthrift he is
looked on as a miser when he offers the
customary tip; his wants are studious
ly neglected, and every effort is made
to compel him iO show the generous
hand, states the Philadelphia Record.
THE GIRL WHO LAUGHS.
The Rirl who laughs—God tless her 1—
Thrice blesses herself the while;
No music of earth
Has nobler worth
Than that which voices a smile.
The girl who laughs—life needs her;
There is never an hour so sad
But wakes and thrills
To the rippling trills
Of the laugh of a lass who's glad.
—Ladies' Home Journal.
iINTFioiTI
J BT PAIS. ,
"But does it never occur to you,"
asked the curate as he poured two
teaspoonsful of coffee into his cup,
"does it never occur to you to ask
yourself what is the good of it all?"
"Never," said the millionaire with
decision.
"You never regret—you see, after all
money is not everything, is it?"
"That observation is frequently
made," said the millionaire, thought
fully, "and it is misleading. Money is
not everything, but it is much nearer
to being everything than anything else
is. There is quite a good deal of cant
talked about money. It is comforting
cant, of course. One gets the same
kind of thing about birth. Personal
ly, I always mistrust anything that
comforts."
"But is it all cant? Take the ques
tion of health, for instance. Money
cannot give health, and it is better to
be well than to be wealthy."
"I often wonder why people go on
saying that money cannot give health,
when they must see every day that
money does give health, and that pov
erty causes illness. If work is injuri
ous to me I can afford to give it up. If
I have to winter abroad I can do It
easily, without considering the ques
tion of expense. If an operation is re
quired, I can pay the man to do it, and
under the very best conditions. The
poor man can do none of these things.
My ordinary way of life is much more
healthy than his. The food that I eat
is of the best quality and in perfect
condition, while he eats adulterated
rubbish and stale garbage. His house
is ill warmed and insanitary, and
mine is perfect in these respects. The
poor man dies, and in nine cases out of
ten it serves him right."
"Isn't that rather a terrible thing
to say?" said the curate, nervously,
playing with his spoon.
"In nine cases out of ten poverty is
the result of stupidity. You blame a
man for his moral defects, and I blame
him for his mental defects; one is just
as fair as the other. And both the
mental and moral defects are about
equally capable of remedy."
"Surely not," said the curate, earn
estly. "A sinner may be reclaimed,
but you cannot give a man an intel
lect."
"You should use the same word in
both cases. You may reclaim a man's
intellect just as you reclaim his mor
als. I have dont it. I did it in my
own case. I admit that mental re
clamation, like moral reclamation, is
rare."
"It all seems so dreary and fatalis
tic," said the curate.
"So it is," the millionaire agreed
cordially. "As I told you, I don't like
comforting cant. The best fable that
ever was written was the fable of the
fox and the sour grapes. Everybody's
a gentleman who feels like it, and
wealth is not everything. Oh, yes! I
know these consolatory stories for
those who are out of it. But they are
only stories, and, as a matter of fact,
wealth is everything, as near as you
can get it What wealth cannot do
nothing else can."
The curato seemed to reflect for a
moment.
"Tell me, 1 ' he said darkly, "do you
value the affection of your relatives
and friends and those whom you have
about you?"
"Of course," the millionaire owned.
"Perhaps one values that most of all."
"And do you mean to tell me," asked
the curate, flushed with triumph, "that
that kind of thing can be bought with
money?"
The millionaire concentrated his at
tention on his cigar with the air of a
man who can provide a platitude with
out troubling to think.
"But, of course," he said, "you can
buy affection as easily as you can buy
a pound of tea, and on almost the same
commercial principles."
The curate stuck to it.
"Are you sure that it is genuine af
fection?" he said.
"There," said the millionaire, "I
don't trouble myself. I get respect
and subservience while I am there, and
really I don't care what they say when
lam not there. You see, I don't think
about these people very much. It would
annoy me if they showed hostility to
me while I was with them. It would
give one all the trouble of having to
think of new things to say. But they
are perfectly welcome to say what they
like behind my back, because they
haven't got any money worth mention
ing, or any position, and they don't
matter. But as a matter of fact,
money can generally buy genuine af
fection, an affection that is just as real
as that whore there has been no value
received."
"Really, this is too cynincal," said
the curate.
"Not at all," replied the millionaire;
"in fact, I am on the whole les cyn
ical than you. I still believe in grati
tude, and it would appear that you
don't. Generosity is an admirable and
popular quality. You must admit
that. And it is very easy for a rich
man to be generous; he just plugs in a
few present, as a gardener puts in
seeds, and afterwards he gets the
fruits —quite genuine fruits, too. I
sometimes wonder how anybody who is
not a millionaire believes in genuine
affection; it is certainly a luxury for
the rich."
"Well," said the curate, with a sigh,
"I must not let you off. We owe $250
on the Cnurch Restoration at St. Bar
nabas. I'll see if it makes me think
more highly of you."
"I never subscribe; I either do •
thing or I leave it alone. I'll tell you
what I'll d&. I'll wipe out this debt for
you altogether if you preach the opin
ions you have heard from me from the
pulpit."
The little curate got quite excited.
"I'd sooner steal the money and then
cut my throat," he said. "If I could
have all your money at the price of
having your views of life as well, I
wouldn't do it."
The millionaire smoked for a mo
ment or two in silence.
"You're not a bad sort of fool," he
said at last. —Black and White.
ODDITIES OF THE ARCTICS.
How the Animal* Change Color A Do
iuentic Tyrant.
During the summer months much of
the land becomes free from snow and
ice under the joint action of sun and
wind, and the snow that resists re
moval is darkened by a deposit of line
dust particles. In this season the ani
mals wear their darker clothing, and
birds have, byway of change, a less
gaudy plumage. The background
against which they stand would betray
their presence if the white dress of
winter were worn now; then, too, it
makes it possible for the foxes, ducks,
and other animals and birds to gratify
a natural vanity by putting on, for a
time at least, another coat.
In winter, white is again worn. The
background is now snow and ice, and
the only chance which the Arctic
chicken now has to deceive the fox is
to roll up like a ball, and simulate a
lump of ice. The ice-bear is equipped
successfully to creep upon the ever
watchful seal, because he looks like
the other blocks of white around him.
He remembers, however, his black
nose, and is said to be sharp enough to
cover it with his paw while approach
ing his dozing prey.
The seal docs not stop Ills search for
food until he has completely satisfied
his excellent appetite; then he takes a
good nap, lying upon the very edge of
the ice, or as close as possible to his
breathing hole. The slightest sound
will awaken him, and, without waiting
to find out the source or direction, he
rolls into the water. He can stay un
der for only 35 minutes, but where he
will come up none can tell. This no
one knows better than the bear; and if
the bear realizes that it is impossible
to steal upon the leeward side of the
seal, having his black nose covered
with his paw and his bloodshot eyes
closed, when the seal has his open and
on the watch, he looks about for a fa
vorablo point of departure, dives un
der the ice, and if he rightly judges the
distance and direction, he comes up at
the very spot where the seal had ex
pected to go down. The seal's fate is
thus settled, and the bear's shrewd
ness earns its reward.
The beautiful eider-duck has often
been cited as an ideal mother, and
touching stories are told of her pluck
ing the down from her own breast to
make the nest in which to hatch her
young. It is also said that if the hunters
take the down, she will despoil herself
for the second time, not calling upon
the selfish drake until sho has literally
stripped herself. The drake is de
clared to be strict in keeping his mate
to her duties, insisting that she shall
attend to the work of hatching. If
the duck ventures upon a walk, he does
not offer to take her place while she
goes gadding about, but perhaps know
ing she is to fond of idleness, cruelly
drives her back to her household duty.
The duck lays only five eggs, and if
she feels that her nest is large enough
and warm enough to hold more, she
boldly robs her neighbors, carrying
the eggs, one at a time, under her
wing, until she has seven or eight.
However, when the brood is hatched,
the drake becomes the teacher to the
young. Not in swimming, for that
comes naturally, but in diving, which
is a means of flight as well as for find
ing food. The little duck, coming in
to life above water, hesitates to risk it
by going under, nor will he follow the
oft-repeated example of Ills parents.
When it becomes necessary to resort
to force, the drake comes quietly near
the unwilling pupil, suddenly throws a
wing over him, and dives down. The
little one is let go under the water,
and, coming to the surface unharmed,
even if somewhat startled, he is ready
to start diving on his own account. —
St. Nicholas.
Th Drift of Modnrn Kngllsh.
A Washington resident, who is so
protul of her home that sho sometimes
sins against the rubric of fashionable
form by remaining in town the year
round, was recently assailed by an ul
tra-conventional friend In ultra-mod
ern language.
"I knew that you usually wintered
here," she said, "but I was astonished
to hear that you had summered here."
"I have not only wintered here and
summered here." answered the reck
lessly unfashionable one, "but I shall
astonish you still further"—and the
threat was borne out—"when I tell you
that I always fall here, and I have
sometimes sprung here." —Lippincott's
Magazine.
A Devoted Pnrnnt.
"Dawson is one of the most devoted
fathers I ever knew."
"How so?"
"He's so proud of his children. Why,
say, he often lies awake half the night
trying to think up clever things that
he can credit them with saying.'
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
THE RUSES OF THE QUAIL
BIRD'S WONDERFUL ART OF HID.
INC FROM ITS FOES.
An Indian Can Trail a D*er -Where a
White Man Can See Only Unmarked
Ground, But He Cannot Detect a Hid
ing Quail.
Any mnn wlio has shot quail steadily
will have noted the bird's tricks and
munners in hiding. It is the quail's
instinct to trust first and last to its
protective coloration.
Bevies which have not been much
shot at will take wing more readily
than others, because their members
have not learned that they are least
safe when in the air. In well-hunted
fields quail will lie until the dog's nose
or the man's foot is within a yard of
them.
There is no doubt that however thick
the cover and skilfully chosen the
hiding plnce the dog often sees them
before they flush, but the mnn seldom
does. It is easy enough for the man to
tell when the dog does see as well as
scent his quarry. The animal's eyes
show it plainly.
Then, If he chooses, the man may
stand motionless and search the ground
and cover again and again, but the
chances are much against his distin
guishing any bird forms. This is the
more singular, as he knows exactly
the size, shape and color of the quail
and ought to be able to pick it out.
Probably the human eye takes In too
much territory at once and lins an in
disposition to focus itself upon a small
space.
Indians are by inheritance and con
stant practice the best trailers in the
world. They will see a deer's track,
or the slight impression of the wolf's
paws, where a white man can see only
unmarked ground, but an Indian can
not see a hiding quail any better than
another human.
Tills has been tried often. Indeed,
Indian youths on the Western reserva
tions pursue quail viciously with bows
and arrows and kill many, but they
shoot them when perched in high trees.
They do not make ground shots often.
The best hand at this kind of sport
tbo country has ever known was the
lute Maurice Thompson, who was
much of a toxopbllite and sang and
wrote the praises of the bow. He
used the old-fashioned weapon for two
reasons: There was a good deal of
the poet in him. and he was a born
poacher.
Tile latter was the stronger reason.
The bow makes no noise, and the
farmer in his field n quarter mile
away did not know that a city dweller
was murdering his birds within call.
Nothing so delighted Thompson as
the sight of a weather-beaten sign,
showing dimly: "No Shotin on This
Frernis." That was the "premis" ho
wanted to shoot on. The farmer could
got even with him only by finding his
bicycle hidden somewhere near the
road and breaking out its spokes.
In hunting quail with the bow
Thompson displayed great patience
and knowledge of the habits of the
birds. He knew where they were to
be found and moved slowly nnd gently.
Often he would hear them running
and cheeping before he snw them.
He would drive them thus for 100
or 200 yards, keeping nenr them, enu
tious not to frighten them into flight.
When one of them crossed an open
space or stopped in an opeu space to
look for the remainder of the bevy, he
let drive.
Nearly nil of his quail were killed
while running. If they flushed he
marked them down nnd followed them
as before. Often he would kill a half
dozen from one bevy before they be
came so scattered that lie could not
find them. He did not attempt to dis
cover them once they had taken to
hiding separately, because he knew
that he could not do it.
Through thousands of years of effort
to protect itself from its many foes
the quail has developed a hack, wing
and neck covering which Blends per
fectly with any brown objects of woods
or fields—earth-clods, cornstalks, fod
der, (lead or half dead grasses, fallen
leaves, underbrush, twigs, old logs aud
so forth.
The males have never lost the be
traying stripe of white over the eye,
and it seems singular that this traitor
stripe remains. As the preservation of
females is more important than that
of males the eye-stripe of the females
is brown.
The breast feathers of the quail are
of no assistance at all, being distinc
tive. In hiding the bird covers every
one of these feathers. The belly anil
breast are pressed to the ground, the
short tail is depressed, concealing the
light underfeathers, the head is drawn
down upon the shoulders, the wings
are jammed tightly against the body.
Only the telltale white stripe remains
anil in order to conceal that as much
as possible the quail will squat with
its back to its pursuer. It prefers a
slight depression, and if it can find one
in time it squats with its back flush
with the surface of the ground. It is
then absolutely Indistinguishable save
for the stripe.
A man who wishes to discover a
cock quail in form must look solely for
the stripe. If he fixes its appearance
tu his mind anil lets ills eye search
solely for it he may find his bird,
though the chances are largely against
him. But for the ability of the quail
to conceal Its breast and belly feath
ers they would have turned brown
long ago.
The quail understands its surround
ings nnd chances of escape as well as
the man does. Sometimes it Is Impos
sible to dislodge it from a favorite bit
of cover.
This is generally a thicket so dense
that accurate shooting is not to be
thought of. So placed, the quail will
flush a dozen times just in front of the
dog, going not more than a dozen yards
to right or left and dropping suddenly,
immedlatey running for twenty or thir
ty yards. A gunner has often fal
lowed one quqll in this way for half a
day, expended a lot of shells and never
got a feather.
On snow the bird realizes that its
hue is no protection at all, aud runs
fast, Bushes at long distances and flies
far. Waking in the morning to find
the white mantle over everything, it
knows that a dangerous time is ahead
of it and It is constantly on the alert.
The ruffer grouse is scare wilder.
There Is quite a shade of difference
in the color of quail which feed and
roost in open fields and those which
have woods for a habitat. The woods
birds are always darker; they are al
ways of stronger and more erratic
flight and arc generally larger. This
variation Is sometimes so marked as to
lead people into believing that the
country contains a dozen varieties of
the Boh White.
The quail when wounded or closely
pressed occasionally makes use of
queer hiding places. Hunting once
over country thinly settled with cac
tus Du Val West, of San Antonio,
Texas, flushed a single bird which he
missed with both barrels.
The quail pitched not more than 200
yards off. Again his faithful dog
found it and again two cartridges
were wasted. The quail was marked
down once more and the dog came to
a point.
Going forward West saw a hole in
the bare ground some six iuclies in dia
meter; its bottom was out of sight.
The dog was pointing the hole, its
flaring nostrils within two inches of it.
Anxious to see the end of it West
called "Seek dead! Seek dead!" The
dog plunged its head into the hole,
grabbed the quail and dragged it out
by the tail.
Once above ground the bird wrenched
Itself free, leaving all of Its tail feath
ers in the dog's mouth, and buzzed
away in very erratic flight- West
missed again.
Quail will take refuge in snake holes,
in hollow logs nnd in hollow trees,
going headlong into places which are
pitch dark. They have been known to
pitch in a farmer's front yard nnd run
under the house among the chickens.
If the snow Is a foot deep and loose
enough they will pitch upon It head
downward and bury themselves. Of
ten the loose snow falls together at
the point of entrance and then the
quail is securely hidden, as its scent
will not come to the surface. Often,
however, the snow shows where the
bird Ins plunged.
In the South and West there are
many men who habitually hunt quail
without dogs and make fair bags. They
possess, of course, an intimate knowl
edge of the ground and know where
the birds are to be found at any hour
of the day. No human being, however,
is a good quail retriever, and these
men lose all winged birds as well as a
good many of those killed in air.—New
York Sun.
liorkshlre Sweethearts.
Here is a conversation between a
pair of Berkshire sweethearts:
"John," quoth she, "why doesn't 'ee
say summat?"
John reflected. " 'Cause I ha'n't got
notlien to say," he replied.
Again there was silence, and once
more it was the woman who took the
initiative:
"John," she inquired, tenderly, "why
doesn't 'ee tell me that 'ee loves ma?"
" 'Cause I've tolled 'ee that afoor,"
answered John, who evidently disap*
proved of vain repetitions.
But the lady was tenacious of her
privileges and not easily daunted.
"John," she asked, for the third time,
"why doesn't 'ee gimina a kiss?"
The tardy wooer pondered long.
"I be gwine to, presen'ly," he said,
at length.—Cripple Creek Times.
l'ttiiologlcal Philosophy.
"Inmates of the peuiteutlnry have a
way of mnking remarks and asking
questions that are sometimes start
ling," remarked a prison official.
"Give me a sample?" replied the Ob
server.
"The other day two of the men were
talking over plans for the future after
their respective terms had expired.
One of them exclaimed; 'Wheu I get
out of hero I intend to go so far away
that it will take $0 to send a postal
card to reach me.'
" 'And how do you 'spect to get dere
yousef?' inquired a colored man,
who knew that finances were not flusn
among the Inmates of the big prison.
The conversation ceased nt that point,
for the negro had plumped out a
poser."—Columbus Dispatch.
The Inquisitive Yankee Abroad.
A curious American arrived In Lon
don yesterday morning. Here are a
few of the questions he asked in the
evening; Why do butchers wear blue
aprons which will not show dirt, while
assistants In hoot shops wear Immacu
late white aprons? Why Is footwear
"hoots," while the boy who polishes
them is a "shoe" black? Why Is there
no direct bus from London Bridge
station to Waterloo? Why is the poste
restante In the largest city in the world
not open all night? Why do many
women wear straw hats In the winter?
Why can't you get breakfast in a res
taurant within reasonable time after
"sun-up?" When is "sun-up" any
how?— London Chronicle.
Sheep Kulslnc In New Mexico.
New Mexico is a great sheep coun
try. There is but one other State or
Territory which excels it in sheep
raising. That is Utah, where there
are 8,000,000 or 9,000,000 sheep. New
Mexico has about 0,000,000. The in
dustry was never so prosperous as at
present.
In Russia factories are usually near
forests, wood being still the chief fuel.
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OUR BUDGET
i •
OF HUMOR.
,i, ——— .
Curious.
Oh, dollars are mysterious things v
Their habits oft appall. •
you've either got a lot ot them V
Or next to none at all.
—Washington Star.
A Possibility.
Pnpa—"A young woman cnn not be
too careful about the man she accepts."
She—"Oh! I don't know! She might
be so careful that she'd remain single."
—Puck.
An Appropriate Vehicle.
"She seems to be a stickler for doing
everything appropriately."
"I should say so; she always does
her marketing In a basket phaeton."—
Cincinnati Commercial-Tribune.
Compulsory.
"Does your doggie love you?"
"You betcher your life lie does! I'd
Rick do stuttin' out of him if be didn't."
Not Even a Fliir Station.
Colonel Passenger—"That last station
was my destination, sab. Why in
heaven's name, sab, didn't you stop
thar?"
Conductor—"We don't stop there any
more; the engineer's mad at the sta
tion agent"—Judge.
As It is Spoken.
Laborer (waving flag) "Yez'll hav
ter turn hack. This stlireet's closed."
Driver—"What's it closed for?"
Laborer "Bekase it's jist been
opened be the tillyphone company ter
put down their wires. That's why it's
closed."—Philadelphia Press.
Functilioue.
"We have neither rank nor station
In this country," said the man of dem
ocratic instincts.
"We may not have rank," said the
1 suburbanite, "but our railroad has just
! given us a brand-new station, and we
dou't want It overlooked, either."—
Washington Star.
Ilia Destructive Momenta.
"Young man," said the solemn-look
ing gentleman in the throng, "do you ,
know you are ou the path to quick de- At
struction ?"
"I do," replied the youth, as lie de
tached himself aud hastened forward,
for he had only teu minutes to spend
1 In the quick-lunch room. Baltimore
News.
Delicate Differentiation.
1 "It lias been intimated that you think
a great deal of your money," said the
i candid adviser.
! "That is a libel," said Senator Sor
;lium. "I don't think much of my
r money. I'm willing to let it he quiet
' j It is the money that isn't mine and
' that I hope to get that keeps me think
. ing."—Washington Star. '
An Invitation.
"Phew!" exclaimed the silk tile in
the hatter's window. "How that wind
does howl out there!"
"Bather sociable sound, though," re
plied the black felt. dL
' "Sociable?" w
"Yes; sounds as If it was saying;
'Come out and I'll blow you off.'
i Catholic Standard and Times.
As It Seemed to Him.
Pat (to restive steed, which, after a
busy teu minutes, has succeeded in
getting its foot in the stirrup)—"Och,
sure, If ye're going to get up, it's
tolme for me to get down." .Moon
shine.
A Specialist.
i "Do you know bow to do plain and
| fancy cooking, bake bread, wash and
iron, take care of the furnace, batlie
the baby and wait on the tableV"
"What wages do yez pay?"
"Fourteen dollars."
"No, ma'am. All I kin do is cook."
"Oh, well, that's different. We'll
pay you s2o."—New York Sun.
Original Sources. y
. The man with the corrugated brow
, was reading intently. His inquisitive
, friend stood it as long as he could and
, asked:
"What are you reading?"
c "I am studying tlie origin of the
American policeman," said the man
with the corrugated brow as he held
'up a history of Ireland.—Los Angeles
■ (CaL) Herald.