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• TIMELY TOP: Ci < 1äjuuuuuljläji.jl5 Admiral Dewey says be Is not a poli tician. The public found that out some time ago. A woman Is seldom In a position to •ommand until she has given her prom ise to obey. It Is easier to get a man to tell you ■low a thing should be done than It Is to get a man to do it For the amount of outlay in nerve •nd enterprise this train-robbery bus iness appears to be rather unprofitable. Stogie manufacturers have formed a trust. Doubtless It will be a great success If it is as strong as their prod uct It might surprise Uncle Sam to learn how many Cubans are ready to enter tain a proposition for annexation—to England. Is It any wonder that some men learn to make money faster than oth ers, considering the wives they have to support? A Rochester contemporary has an ar ticle on "The Peril of Lynching." The peril is a real one. The victim nearly always gets hurt The Moore brothers and Gates must often wonder why some men are willing to work along and be satisfied with only #700,000 a year apiece. An exchange says Pierpont Morgan "combines all the American character istics." Yes, and he combines about everything eles American that is loose. There does not seem to be any ques tion about the Americanizing of the Philippines. The newspapers over there are already being sued for Ubel. Perhaps the cure of what has been called Americanitis—the nervous ex haustion arising from overwork and overhaste—is to be found not in recre ation, but in change of work and Change of methods. Every worker should have some hobby or light em ployment to serve as a relief from the daily routine. If our work could be •varied so as to give employment to all the faculties perhaps we should not seed any very elaborate apparatus for play. The German Crown Prince has reached the stage that all Crown Princes, however docile and sedate, reach sooner or later. A woman is the chief factor In the affair, and the young man, feeling that the demands of the heart should have first consideration, is prepared to renounce hls rank and his claim to the throne. We predict, all the •ame, that he will be kept on the royal •nd Imperial track, and that the crown •rill In due course find Its place on his royal and imperial head. Among the apothegms recently deliv ered by Mrs. Carrie Nation to the ad miring populace was this pearl of thought: "I would just as soon kiss a •pittoon as a man who smokes." As a •plttoon is a non-resisting, inanimate ©bject, no protest may be looked for from that quarter, but as men and brethren and not spittoons—Mrs. Na tion having been carefully lnspected we may say that her decision is receiv ed In masculine circles with general cheerfulness. Some women seem to en Certain the impression that only the fair eex is to be consulted in the matter of osculation. This is altogether wron for as we journey down the vale of life we find that a good many men are • trifle particular in the reception as well as the distribution of chaste sa lutes, and there are not a few times in •very man's life, however loveless When he feels that it would please him If the lady would work off her friendly greeting on a cuspidor or any other ornamental piece of bric-a-brac, accord »lg to her taste and fancy. As for Mrs Kation, we can only repeat that we !>ow with alacrity to her sovereign will "Alice," aged 16, who has invested in • dream book, wants to know if the editor believes in "signs and omens? Certainly. For Instance: It is an 11 omen when you note the propinquity of a live electric wire, to come into too close touch with It. Falling in front of •n approaching automobile is a sure Indication of bad luck. An accident is Almost certain to follow. It Is a well known fact that persons who have •wallowed poison have premonitions of Approaching disaster. An accident of this kind may be taken as a bad sign If you have ever met a bull in the mid tie of a ten-acre pasture, and that with out previous introduction, put it down that you are shortly to sustain a per ceptible rise in the world. Should you unfortunately break a limb the doctor Is likely to make you a call that day Jumping from an express train going at the rate of sixty miles an hour is an uu falling hint of subsequent trouble, fihould you by any means monkey with the buzz saw. It is a portentous omeu of unexpected misfortune. It also au gurs ill to be brought Into close ac quaintanceship with the business end of a mule. O, yes, Alice, we believe In •lgns and omens. But they must be well authenticated and of such a char acter as to preclude a reasonable hope of disappointment One need not be a psychologist, a pedagogist or the parent of seventeen khildren to agree with Dr. G. Stanley Hall concerning the efficacy of spank ing as a deterrent when applied to way ward children under 10 years of age. To resort to this remedy for compelling obedience in children who have not yet learned to grasp the reason for parental mandates requires judgment and fine discrimination—qualities that are fre quently lacking In parents—but no one can question Its potency as a discipli nary measure. Dr. Hall has made a life study of children. He does not be lieve In juvenile anarchists. As the en tire human family must be restrained by law and systems of social order, he believes that government is also essen tial In the home, and that children should be trained to respect authority. On this question he says: "Do not rea son much with a child about matters of moral conduct. It Is not worth while. A child under 10 years of age has not learned to reason. Insist on what you want done. I believe in Dr. Spankster's tonic." On the question of spanking and the reasoning faculties of children under ten years there is room for wide diversity of opinion. But this was only incidental to Dr. Hall's more Important observations regarding cer tain errors In the physical development of children. He declared that the cruel law that makes the child bend Its en ergies to getting accuracy in its finer muscles, as in writing, when the larger or basal muscles need attention, should be taken from the school room. The child wants freedom of action, not re pression. "Cut off a tadpole's tall and it never has any legs," said Dr. Hall. The instinct of the child is to use its larger muscles first. Conduct, or mus cle habit, Is so closely related to the brain that any unnatural repression of the basal muscles tends to stunt the mental as well as the physical develop ment of children. When a child Is com pelled to sit still there is also mental in ertia, and its mind loses initiative and becomes stagnant. Do our business men get more out of life than their forefathers got out of it a hundred years ago? In certain direc tions it is quite evident that they do. There are more ways of having fun, there are more things to do, it is far easier to go about. And yet it seems to be true, also, that people have less time, nowadays, and take less real solid comfort than did their grandfath ers. It has been lately discovered that the individual of to-day is fifty times as able to supply his material wants as was the individual of one hundred years ago. That Is to say, the produc tive power of the race has increased fifty fold. It would seem reasonable to suppose that under these conditions man to-day would bave far more leis ure than ever man had before. But the truth is the man of to-day is dread fully pressed for time; he is "driven to death," as he sometimes puts It, by hls terrible social and business respon sibilities. He rushes off from a hasty breakfast to board an express train, to be whirled to his telephone and type writer and other devices for saving time. Everybody, nowadays, is out of politeness supposed to be over head and ears busy—busy In trade, busy in hls profession, busy socially. We are continually hearing people say, "I have no time for anything." It is the fash ion to be overwhelmed with engage ments and pressed for time. If there is a death in the family, the clergyman is hurriedly summoned by telephone to perform the funeral services. Personal letters are dashed off on a typewriter, because this suggests rushing employ ment; and the result is that the grow ing generation of young men does not know how to write a letter with the proper forms of salutation and super scription. Now the moral of this tale is that while a moderate degree of "hustle" may be a good thing, it is pos sible to take an overdose and then It becomes a bad thing. If we are "ter ribly rushed," "driven to death;" and it is not with us a huge joke, or an as sumed affectation, and instead of be ing the masters of time, we are really the slaves of time, and things have got us under the saddle and are riding us, we would do well to go out some quiet night and sit under the stars, and ask ourselves what we are here for, and whether we are really getting the best out of life, and perhaps they will say to us, as they said to Emerson, "Why so hot, my little man?" Will Scale the Himalayas. An attempt to climb the highest Him alayas will be made this year by a party consisting of three Englishmen, two Austrians and a Swiss. They are accompanied by Swiss guides. They will begin with the Godwin Austen, 28,250 feet high, and Dapsang, 28,605 feet high. If they are successful they will then try Mount Everest, the high est mountain In the world, 29,000 feet high. The Himalaya record is held by Sir Martin Conway, who climbed the Pioneer peak, 21,000 feet high, ten years ago. Not Worry, but Slumber. They were discussing suicides and the proneness of different peoples to depart in that way, when one of those engaged In the conversation turned to a colored man and asked: "Why if, It that so few of your people take their own lives?" After scratching hls head a moment the person addressed responded: "Well, I tell you, boss, when a nigger site down he don't worry, but goes to sleep."—New York Times. Landslides Are Feared. A portion of the cone of Mount Vesu vius has fallen in and precautions are being taken against possible landslides. If you see a couple walking along the street and the man goes on while the woman pauses to look In at the shop windows It's a sure sign they are mar rled. a In «•DON'T GET RICH, PAPA." A baby in a palace Went pattering here and there, And the nurse was paid to heed her And to keep her in her care. But she was not paid—'twere folly— To love the baby, too. So the baby in the palace Missed—what she hardly knew. A baby in a cottage, A tiny blossom, grew. The warmth of mother kisses, A father's love, she knew. The sunshine of affection Was o'er her in her play; So the Imby in the cottage Was happy all the day. For the baby in the cottage Wealth set a snare one day, Saying softly: "Here's a palace'. In it you may live and play." But the baby missed the kisses And the old time loving way: So she gravely urged her father: "I"ease don't oo get rich, I say." O, babies in the palaces. With all. save love, to bless; O, babies in the cottages. Who smile to love's caress. I wonder, O, I wonder,, If you could speak to-day, Would you not teach us higher lore. And, "Don't get rich," would say? —Success. Ï Ten Minutes of Terror $ SUBTERRANEAN chamber shrouded in the mystery and si lence of the night. This small and most private of all the rooms in the - Bank resembles nothing so much as a gloomy prison cell. The steel faces of the all-encircling vaults seem formidable walls. The small ta ble in the center which constitutes, practically, all the furniture, is covered with a dark green cloth whose heavy folds touch the floor on all sides. On the table is a porcelain inkstand and a solitary pen, blunted from the almost endless labor It lias ben put to during the day. This office of the head cash ier is the most zealously guarded in the whole bank, for behind those mas sive walls, now slumbering beneath the dull glow thrown from the single ceil ing light, lie great heaps of money. Throughout the bauk, deserted at this hour, all noise has ceased, and the night voice of the city above reaches this isolated chamber only as the mur mur of a distant ocean. Presently the stillness Is broken by the approaching footsteps of the watchman. Lantern In hand, he throws open the door and swiftly though carefully scrutinizes every corner of the dim room. Satis fied, he turns his key in the commuta teur, and again darkness settles down like a pall as the door Is closed on well oiled hinges. The retreating Steps are at last lost In the distant corridors, and once more gloom and that brooding something which, for lack of a more expressive word, must be called mys tery, reign supreme. Five minutes pass, and then—is there a movement: vague, it is true, but still a movement—somewhere among those shadows? The cloth that covers the innocent writing table Is lifted from beneath, a man creeps out ou all fours and rises to hls feet. For a moment he stands and surveys hls surround ings, then, with the manner of one who is familiar with every inch of the ground, goes toward the wall, and, by pressing one of the many buttons there, causes the numerous electric bulbs, clustered and single, with which the walls and ceiling are studded, to burst iuto light. Quickly returning to the table, he places thereon with infi nite precaution a serviette d'avocat one of those many-pocketed, rolled car ry-alls with which the Fret- h lawyer burdens himself. From one of the pockets he draws a cylindrical pad age, which he handles very "gingerly and places on a book shelf jn a remote corner of the room. Then from an other pocket he takes an assortment of tools—brilliant things all, resent bling baubles of the theater, perhaps, but which are in reality infamous and powerful lustrum"- '-. After a mo ment's deubera..ou tie chooses from among them a pair of scissors, with which he cuts those traitorous wires that connect the doors of the vault with the outside world. This accom plished, he turns his a.tendon to the nearest safe. Without hesitation, and with marvelous aceurai y of movement he turns and returns the indicators that control the combination. A slight click and the wheel stops. Silently and docilely the heavy doors swing open, revealing the treasures within. Now begins the actual task in hand. Taking from the safe the entire con tents he composedly selects only such portions as can be conveniently car rled away in the serviette. No coin —it is too weighty—and from the note only those whose value Is written in at least three figures. Surrounded by this almost countless wealth one can afford to be an epicure. Such bills as find favor in his eyes are laid in even piles upon the open serviette, which as vault after vault is rifled, gradual ly becomes filled, and when the man at length with difficulty fastens the buckle and breathes a sigh of satlsfac tlon hls pockets as well are full to bursting. One after another he places the tiny tools of steel in their case and makes all into a bundle. A glance at hls watch and he goes toward that book shelf where, some time since, he had so carefully placed a package. This he L.'.iigs from its resting place, and handling it with even greater preeau tion, lays it on the table (the strapped serviette Is now on the floor). From this oddly shaped paper bundle he takes a brass cylinder. It contains powerful explosive. Gently he relays It on the green cover, fearful lest some jar, an Invodnntary movement, will start Into actjpn the clockwork that control* It. The moment has not yet arrived. In a few minutes, when the watchman will have left for hls even ing meal, when the bank will be entire ly deserted, he will unlock the door, and, threading the labyrinth of pas sages with which he is so familiar as to very nearly be able to traverse them blindfolded, gain the courette. Once there he is absolutely certain of get ting away without attracting attention. But he must wait. He calls to mind the instructions of hls accomplices; the machinery Is not to be started un til the moment when hls retreat Is as sured. Ten minutes will elapse between the first click of the clockwork and the explosion—bound to be a catastro phe so terrific that all trace of robbery will be obliterated. His share of the plunder will be a fortune in Itself. He has remembered the smallest details of the directions given and will adhere to them strictly. To himself he says that the most difficult part Is done. The essential feature was to penetrate the place. Favored by circumstances, tbat was accomplished, and bis optimistic mind can now conjecture nothing to prevent the balance of the well-laid plans being carried out. His eyes fall on the brass cylinder lying so Inoffensively on the table. It will only be necessary to declench the small spring that protrudes above the lid and nothing short of a miracle can prevent the blind mechanism from fin ishing Its awful work. The fact has been Impressed upon hls mind. There will be a crushing of a glass tube, and then—a smile lights up his face, fore seeing the ensuing excitement—the ter ror-stricken mob—and he? Ah! he will be already far away, with the fortune in the serviette close beside him. Instinctively hls hand seeks hls pocket to assure himself once more of the presence of the key, that Insignifi cant but only channel between this sub terranean chamber and the outside world. A bagatelle, but It, and It alone, will open the heavy door, a feat of which none of hls many tools Is capable. But the key is there, safely enough, within hls reach; he feels It under hls fingers—thin, almost fragile, but how powerful! By means of this he will escape with the millions that lie covered before him—the beautiful millions that are to make him rich and bestow happinesss and pleasure upon him, causing the jealousy of some, the esteem and regard of others; that are to make a reality to-morrow, to-night, now, of a thousand dreams. He consults hls watch. The moment of action has arrived. It Is, perhaps, with more than a little nervousness that he takes from hls pocket the key of freedom, fits It Into the keyhole, and then returns to the table. A mere touch suffices to unfasten the spring that controls the Infernal machine. An irregular clapping sound, which soon resolves Itself Into the continuous grat ing of the cog wheel. The action of the thing reminds him of a mechanical toy that he had once when a child. Now he makes haste to escape. Standing before the door, the heavy serviette within hls reach, he turns the key In the lock, but a resistance seems to arrest the movement of the bolt. He presses more heavily on the key—It is yielding, but the key bends. A cold sweat on his forehead, lie gent ly, slowly tries to disengage the key. A hoarse cry strangles him—it has broken in the lock! He does not move, but stands fac ing the impassable door, stunned, un able to think, to understand. And In the silence two distinct sounds are per ceivable—the beating of his heart with in his breast and nearby on the table, the uninterrupted ticking of the clock work. The man turns, his eyes large with fear. He sees the brass cylinder from whence comes that regular sound and the full comprehension of his fate dawns upon him. A look of terror passes through his eyes. To attempt to stop the movement of the engine is out of question. The least jar would simply hasten the explosion. Of this lie is absolutely certain. The door re mains, but impenetrable, and, by pro fession, he knows that any attempt iu that direction is futile. He would cry aloud, but a stupor paralyzes him. Be sides, it would avail him nothing. Now lie is condemned to die there, to die an atrocious death that he has himself prepared. No one could hear his call, and if by any chance the faint echo should attract some passerby It would be Impossible for any one to reach him. In a few minutes all will be over. Hls eyes rest upon the serviette wherein he has wrapped that fortune henceforth useless. He notices the strap, and remarks upon the bright ness of the buckle. He observes all the surrounding details. His attention is fixed upon the design of the carpet. He wishes to move, but cannot; an in visible force nails him against the wall. Hls gaze, after having wandered, falls upon the brass of the cylinder from whence Issues the terrifying, overpowering ticking, and he Is unable to look elsewhere. Now he waits the moment of the explosion. * * * Un consciously he has taken out hls watch. Five minutes have already passed. The second hand turns with a mad rapidity. • • * and yet the seconds seem interminable. * • • He lifts his eyes * • * the brass cylinder seems to have grown—it has lengthen ed, broadened—It covers now the entire table. Still It grows; the table can r.o longer bear It—It Invades the room, reaches the ceiling • • * Six minutes, • * • the ticking be comes a formidable sound which sure ly they can hear in the street. It Is as a locomotive thundering by. • The man shrieks, but to him it seems that bis voice cannot dominate the up roar of those revolving wheels. Seven minutes. • • • There are now several cylinders, powerful and enormous; they press themselves against him, and baffle every attempt ed repulse. From all come the aame maddening roar. • • • Eight minutes. • * • He fancies that he hears the click that présagea the crushing of the glass tube. • • • See! the cylinders are bursting and pouring out an avalanche of bills—bills of all kinds and values. They heap themselves up. They fill the room. They are stifling him under their mass. Nine minutes. • • • Hls eyes hover between hls watch and the mon strous engines that are crushing him against the door. • • • The face of the watch and the hands dance In a confused mass before bis eyes. He falls to hls knees, hls eyes closed, his hands against his-ears that he may not hear the terrible explosion—that he may not see. The next day they found the body of a man stretched on a pile of notes close to the door—which was not lock ed! Near the body, on a small table, lay an engine, wblch was subjected to a careful examination at the municipal laboratory. The result showed conclu sively that the machine could not un der any circumstances, owing to a flaw In Its construction, have exploded.— From the French of Maurice De Mar san. PIONEER8 OF PLANT WORLD. Skunk-Cabbage Makes Ita Own Breath ins Place in the Snow. Lovers of outdoor life have only good words for that strong-scented denizen of swamps, the skunk-cabbage. This plant, hardy, brave, undaunted In any weather, breaks the Ice about it even In January, and the careful observer may find It at that unpropitlous season already making Its preparations for the spring. The author of "The Brook Book" says: One cold day In early February I was prowling along the underbrush near my favorite cabbage patch, when I be came aware tbat some one else was also crunching about In the snow there. This person, dressed like myself In short skirt and heavy boots, was In tent on some odd business wblch I could not at first determine. She was bending down, thrusting her hand into the snow, and I could see that she held some small gleaming instrument. It proved to be a thermometer. "Good morning!" said I. As she re turned my greeting, she thrust the thermometer down into an opening iu the snow. "May I look?" I asked, suiting the ac tion to the word. The opening In the snow bad not been made by her hand, as I supposed. It was rounded smoothly, and down at the bottom I could see the top of a skunk-cabbage hood. How eanie the air-holes there? What did the thermometer mean? I looked Inquiringly at my new friend. She showed me that some of the openings were small, and others as much as eight Inches across. In no case was the hood of the plant on a level with the surface of the ground. In the larger ones the cavity was widest at the bottom, the snow walls forming an arch over the top. While we were talking the thermom eter had been registering the tempera ture of one of the plants. She gently drew It forth and read Its record. This she Jotted down In her note-book against the date. She then let me look at her notes. We found that the temperature of the plant was. In many cases, consider ably above that of the atmosphere. The largest difference between the two was 4 degrees, Centigrade, or 7 1-5 de grees, Fahrenheit. "I thought when I first noticed those holes," said she, "that the skunk-cab bages must be at work generating enough heat to melt the snow around them. Now I am sure of It. I have visited this place every day for a week and my record shows that the plant not only keeps from freezing itself, but is able to melt out a breathing-hole be sides." Cold Coin flirt. The butler in a Scotch family occu pies a privileged and unique position. He sometimes assumes a freedom of speech which seems to border on lin pertinence, but to those who know him his frank utterances are only one of the many evidences of his Interest in the family welfare. Here is a case In point: A young Englishwoman was the guest at a house where a butler of the sort reigns. She submitted to his pa tronage with much amusement; but one day there were unexpected and important guests to dinner, and little before the meal was served the butler waylaid the young lady in the hall. "I'm fearin' there'll no be quite enough soup," he whispered—"so when it's offered, ye maun decline it, lass.' "Decline soup, James?" she said, laughing. "Why, that would not be polite." "Weel, not precisely," said James with a benignant smile—"but they'll a' make excuse for ye, thinkln' ye ken nae better." ty ia L. to or to Is Then He Went. "Do you know," remarked the young man as the mantel clock indicated 11:30 p. m., "that of all (he songs ever heard my favorite is 'Home, Sweet Home'?" "Indeed," rejoined the fair girl as she endeavored to suppress a yawn, "i never would have suspected It" A self-made man boast of bis job. never forgets to Even a coward la able to beat a re treat. RECENT JUDICIAL DECI8ION& An assessment upon abutting proper ty of the coat of a street Improvement ia held, In King vs. Portland (Ore.), 55 L. R. A. 812, to be properly upheld whenever It Is not patent and obvious that the plan or method adopted has re sulted In Imposing a burden In substan tial excess of the benefits or dispro portionate within the district as be tween owners. The rights of a purchaser of a pat ented machine are held, in Goodyear Shoe Manufacturing Company vs. Jack sou (C. C. A. 1st C.), 55 L. R. A. 692, to extend to repairing or restoring It after decay, Injury or partial destruc tion, but not to complete reconstruction or production over again of the patent ed article as a whole, after It has ful filled Its purpose and has been de stroyed. A stepping-stone to facilitate access to carriages, placed near the edge of sidewalk, which does not interfere In the least with the use of the road way, is held, In Robert vs. Powell (N. Y.), 55 L. R. A. 775, not to be a nui sance, bo as to give a foot passenger injured by stumbling over It In attempt ing to cross the street at a time when it Is plainly visible a right of action against the owner. To maintain an action against an in fant for the value of food and lodging furnished to It, It Is held, in Goodman vs. Alexander (N. Y.), 55 L. R. A. 781, not to be necessary to state In the declara tion tbat defendant bad no father or other person standing In loco parentis who could support It, either at common law or under a statute requiring tho complaint to contain a plain and con cise statement of the facts constituting the cause of action. Under constitutional power to disap prove of any Item or items of an appro priation bill, the executive Is held, In Commonwealth ex rcl. vs. Barnett (Pa.), 55 L. R. R. 882, to bave the right to disapprove one or more of the subdivi sions of a clause making appropriations for schools, by which the amount is dis tributed among separate designated schools or educational Interests, either to the beneficiary or as to the amount, and approve the residue. With this case Is a note as to the power to veto part only of a statute. The power to revise, without repub lication, a code of civil procedure to the extent of amending over 400 sections, repealing nearly 100, adding many new ones and changing section nunib&'s and headings, is denied In Lewis vs. Dunn» (Cal.), 55 L. R. A. 833, where the con stitution provides that no luw shall b» revised or amended by reference to Its title, but ln such case the act revised shall be re-enacted and published at length as revised or amended. With this case Is a note revising the authori ties on the power of the Legislature to enact a code or compilation of laws or amend many or undesignated section» thereof by a single statute. NOVEL TROLLEY ROAD. One Without Tracks Will Boon Be la Operation in Kaatern Town. The City Council of Franklin, N. H., has granted permission to a company to erect poles and trolley wires for a trackless trolley Hue running to the railway station in that city. The road bed will be laid with macadam. The electric circuit will consist of two wires. Including the return part of the circuit, which. In street railway work. Is usually served by the track and ground. The arrangement of the trol ley will be such that the motor .wag ons may deviate ten feet from a posi tion directly under the trolley wire. When wagons have to pass the motor man of one has to remove hls trolleys from the wires for a moment while the other car slips past. The ability to change direction within limits, of course, will be necessary to allow pass ing other vehicles on the road. The Idea of such a line Is not a new one. As far back as 1882 Siemens & Ilalske ran a carriage through the streets of Berlin by means of a suspended wire. The Idea was not further developed at the time, however, and nothing practi cal was done In this direction until a comparatively recent time. In Ger many a line of the sort has been oper ated from the old Fortress of König stein through the Biela valley, the wagons making use of the highway and street pavements without difficulty. The wagons are operated over a dis tance of a mile and a half, but an ex tension of the service by eight or nine miles is planned. A Night in t Haunted Boom. A contemporary tells a very amusing story of a well-known man about town who was recently spending a week-end In the country. The house being full, he was offered the "haunted room," and about midnight he retired to rest among the ghosts quite contentedly. But at breakfast next morning he was fain to confess that the spirits had shamefully misused him by removing all the bedclothes. Most peculiar of all, the blankets had vanished into thin air. Presently the son-in-law of the house put in an appearance, and in reply to the question how be had slept, made answer: "Very well, only It was so cold that, knowing you never put any one in the haunted room, I braved the ghosts in the small houni and trotted In there to gather up every blanket I could find. Truth to say, I hurried away, for I had no matches with me, but I could distinctly hear seme one breathing in the room." No matter how tight a girl's shoes are she never likes to acknowledge the corn. Nothing makes a bride so angry as to be told that she might have done bet ter.