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LX V ME VEN I PJE OF
HIS SOLE AMBITION
, Despite the rain that came relent
lessly pelting down, ahd the wind lhat
blew great guns, the curate had ven
tured out to. make some, long-overdue
At present he was being entertained-in
Mrs. Miggs' parlor, and his hos
tess' small .son and heir was present.
"Well, Reggie," said" the" curate,
"and what do you .want"..tobecome
when you grow up a clergyman?"
"No," replied Reggie very em
phatically. "Ha!" remarked the visitor, not to
be dutddne. "A policeman or an en-
"No; I donit, came the determined
answer. "I want to be a bricklayer.".
"A bricklayer!" exclaimed the cur
ate. "And why?"
. "vveu, Dncjuayers aou r nave 10
3rorkwhen it's wet or frosty, and" we
:do Tiave a lot of bad weather, don t
A -LONG, LONG WAIT
Unlike the rustic of the legend, old
Farmer Criles seemed to take a really
intelligent interest in the work of the
artist .he found one day painting in
one of his meadows.
"Splendid!" he said, patting the art
ist on the back. "Splendid! I like
that very much. And. for how much
will you paint a picture of my house
with me standing in the doorway of
"Oh; twenty-five dollars!"
"Done!" said the farmer. "Come
And on the morrow the artist came.
But, alas, he becameNso much en
grossed in the beauties of the farm
that he quite forgot to include in the
picture a portrait of the fanner.
"And where am I, my' lad?" exclaimed-that-worthy
by the by, h.ad been standing in the.
doorway nearly all the day.
Suddenly his error flashed across
the artist's mind, but he tried to pass
it off lightly.
"Oh," he said, "you've, gone in
doors to get my twenty-five dollars."
"Right!" replied Farmer Giles, as
he picked up the picture. "Perhaps I
shall see myself coming out again
presently. Then I'll pay you."
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"Does anyoile suffer from ,the
sleep-walking habit?" asked the pro
fessibhal joker at a large gathering.
Smithspn, who always fancied him
self to be delicate, rose to the occa
sion. "Yes. I do." he said. ''Have done
for year. Do.you know any remedy?"
v'Tes," said the joker. I have a
prescription here I will give you. Take
it to an ironmongers.
"An ironmonger s?" ,
Smithson thought he must have
"Yes, ah ironmongers. The pre
scription' consists of a paper of tacks.
"Dose: Two tablespoons to be scat'
tered about the room at bedtime."