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VOL, I. LITTLE THINGS. A frood-by kiss is a little thing, With your hand on the door So go, Hut it takes the venom out of the sting Of a thoughtless word or a cruel fling That you made an hour ago. A kiss of greeting is sweet and rare, After the toll of the day, But it smooths the furrows out of the core, And lines on the forehead you once called fair In the years that have flown away. ’Tis a little thing to say: “You are kind,” “I love you, my dear," each night, But it sends a thrill through the heart, I find, For love is tender, as love is blind, As we climb life's rugged height. We starve each other for love's caress. We take, but do not give; It seems so easy some soul to bless, But we dole love grudgingly, less and less, ’Till 'tis bitter and hard to live. —Union Signal. THE PRETTY ARTIST. A Girl Who Insisted on Having | Her. Own Way. Mrs. Barbara Best was one of the sweetest, most peculiar old ladies in the world. To begin with, she was very rich. That in itself was, perhaps, not so much of a peculiarity. But, then, she was spare and crooked anil withered up like a crab apple which has hung too long on the tree, and she wore a little black satin capt and a cap trimmed with ribbon bows, such as were in fashion half a century ago, and she walked with a gold-headed cane, ala Fairy Godmother; and her eyes sparkled weirdly through gold spectacles, and her hands were cov ered with little knitted silk mitts. And as she sat by her drawing-room fire, drinking chocolate and talking with another witch-like little old woman, they made a very funny pair indeed. “Yes,” said Mrs. Barbara, nodding her head, “I couldn’t endure it any longer. I told her she must either give up me or give up her everlasting dab bling in paint and varnish!” “Bear! dear!” said Mrs. Fanshaw, the second witch-like little old woman. “A trifle more sugar in my chocolate, please, dear.” “For my part,” observed Mrs. Bar bara, “I don’t know what the world is coming to. In my time, we used to leave that sort of work to the trades people. But Gladys had an odd notion about independence. And she inherit ed some of that artist-blood from her father’s family. There’s none of it in the Bests, I’m very sure.” “No, to be sure, not,” said Mrs. Fanshaw. “And I told Gladys plainly that I would not tolerate it,” said Mrs. Bar bara. "Choose between us,” said I. “Be a lady or a grubbing artist, which ever suits you best. Because,” said I, “if you don’t consult my wishes I shall disinherit you and cast you off! I know of another young relation whom I can adopt, and who cares no more for art than I do for the Egyptian obelisk.” .“And what did she say?” asked Mrs. Fanshaw, contendcdly sipping her chocolate. “She told me to do just as 1 pleased,” answered Mrs. Barbara, in an ag grieved tone of voice. “Because, she said, she intended to take the same privilege.” “What shocking ingratitude!” com mented Mrs. Fanshaw, heaving a deep sigh. “Of course we parted good friends,” said Mrs. Barbara. “But Gladys knows very well that I never shall see her again. If she has wrecked her own fortunes, she has only herself to thank for it.” “And where is she now?" asked Mrs. 'Fanshaw. “In a studio, somewhere on Sixth avenue,” solemnly answered Mrs. Bar bara. “With a sign out: ‘Art Sales room,’ and ‘Painting and Decorating Done to Order.’ ” j “Did you ever!” said Mrs. Fanshaw. And, by way of answer, Mrs. Barbara only groaned. “But I like Level very well,” she added. “He’s a splendid young fellow, although I sometimes find his college bills high and his flow of spirits rather overwhelming. But he’s a gentleman. A real Best!” “Does he know about Gladys?” Mrs. Fanshaw asked, in a mysterious whis per. “Certainly not,” said Mrs. Barbara, “there is just enough of the Don Quixote about him to make him go to sea or lake to verse-writing or some other prepos terous business if he thought he was standing between Gladys and her for tune—which he isn’t!” Mrs. Barbara added, with emphasis. “The money is mine, to leave to whom I please, and he is just as near a relation on the side of the Bests as Gladys is on the Mait lands!” “Dear, dear, how silly young folks are!” said Mrs. Fanshaw. “All I want them to know is that I am not to be trifled with,” said Mrs. Barbara, with the air of a Nero, in black satin and little corkscrew curls. In truth Mr. Level Best was a very frank, loyal-natured, handsome youn g fellow. He liked Aunt Barbara be cause Aunt Barbara was kind to him, but he rallied her to her face, teased her parrot, made her pug bark, laughed at the stiff old portraits of the dead and-gone Bests, that hung on the par lor walls, and kept astonishing her perpetually. But all the time Aunt Barbara knew that Lovel was fond of her in his heart, and it warmed her chill old pulses to hug this knowledge to her! "Jio’s a wild chap,” she said to her ®te ip CM Cfeli. self; “but he’ll come out all right. The Bests always do, when they have had their fling. He has none of Gladys’ obstinacy about him.” And Gladys? Well, that headstrong young votary of art lived on the least possible amount of money, and dreamed rapturously over her sketch ing-board. She had a very little money, which her mother had be queathed her —about sufficient to rent the little studio and pay the gas and fuel bills. “As for eating and drinking, what docs that signify?” said Gladys. 80 she taught a class daily in Miss Mincher’s academy, to furnish the bread-and-cheese part of the busi ness; and very tedious work she found it “But 1 shall sell some of my placques and vases soon,” said she, hopefully. She did not, however. To be a suc cessful artist, one must have an ap preciative public, and the public never came near poor Gladys Maitland. In vain she decorated the doorpost with signs; in vain she put out her prettiest paintings and most spirited sketches; nobody came to buy. The agencies represented themselves as overcrowded when Gladys came blushing in with specimens of her work, and our little heroine began to wonder how 'ong this sort of thing was to endure. “Even Rosa Bonhcur didn’t get rich all at once,” she comforted herself by reflecting. But one day there came a gleam of hope athwart the Cimmerian darkness of her prospects. As she was working at her easel footsteps stumbled up the scrai-lighted stairs, and a knock sounded at the door. “Is this Miss Maitland’s studio?” de manded a cheerful voice. “Why,” cried Gladys, drawing a quick breath, “why, Lovel!” ’“lt’s Gladys!” exclaimed Lovel. For the young cousins had met once years ago at the seaside, and they never had forgotten one another. “Why,” cried Lovel, rubbing his forehead as if not quite certain but that he was dreaming. "I thought you were adopted by some rich woman here in the city!” “Art is the only mother that I know,” Gladys answered, laughing. “I hope you’ve brought me an order, LoveL ” . “But, 1 say,” persisted the bewildered law-student, “why don’t you come and live with Aunt Barbara?” “Oh, I’ve tried that,” said Gladys, shaking her head, “and we couldn’t get along at all together.” “Speaking of Aunt Barbara,” said Lovel, mysteriously, opening a paper parcel on the table—“behold!” Balf-a-doze<i bits of old china fell out with a clink and a clatter. “Oh!” cried Gladys, stiffening with horror. “It’s Aunt Barbara’s painted china! Oh, Lovel, how did this hap pen?” Mr. Best smote himself pathetically on the chest. “Like George Washington,” he con fessed, “I cannot tell a lie—it was I! I was doing my gymnastics in the storage-room—lndian war-clubs and all that sort of thing, you know—when, all of a sudden, 1 lost my balance and tumbled over the pile of boxes. Down they went! Aunt Best keeps ’em packed, you know, in case of accident, and, of course, the china must needs be under all the rest, and got the hardest thumps.” “What did she say?” cried Gladys, with u pliftcit hands and eyes shining humidly. "She doesn't know,” Lovel answered, with twinkling dimples around his lips. “Do you suppose I’m going to ”fess’ before I'm obliged to? I seized a pattern-cup—broken in not more than six pieces—and fled frantically to the nearest china-shop. They recom mended me—here. To Miss Maitland, No. Sixth avenue. But I never dreamed that I was coming to my old playmate! Now, Gladys, lam at your mercy. Can these ruins be replaced, or can they not?” Gladys frowned, half closed her love ly limpid eyes, pursed up her lips in the intensity of her attention, and finally nodded her head. “Yes,” she said. “But it will be, oh, so expensive! First we must order the china manufactured in just that outre, ancient shape; then it must be painted piece by piece.” “Let us hope,” said Lovel, earnestly, ‘,‘that there will be no grand family festival to use the china before—” “Aunt Barbara never uses it,” said Gladys. "She only unpacks it at in tervals to dream over the grandeur of her ancestors. Courage, Lovel; I think we shall save you yet!” “But, Gladys,” said the young man, wistfully, “mayn’t 1 tell Aunt Bar bara that you are here alone? I am quite sure she would invite you to her horse, if—” Gladys colored to the very roots of her hair. “If you d#, Lovel,” she said, “I will never forgive you. No. We neither of us wish to see the other. Let things remain as they are.” “But I may come to see how the china gets on?” “Oh, yes,” said Gladys, brightening. “You may come. But mind, not a word to Aunt Barbara.” The important business took time, as all such things do, but it drew to a close at last, and one day the box of china—new, yet such a perfect imita tion of the old one that Aunt Barbara herself could not have told the dif ference—was safely smuggled into the hivclj door tu<l up to tin) storage rooms. “t’EahijHss in aiiTj things.” BAY ST. LOUIS, MISS., SATURDAY, MARCH 5, 1892. “Now,” said Lovel, laughing, “I shall breathe freely at last.” He gave Gladys a check for a hundred and fifty dollars, but as she took it he looked earnestly at her. “Gladys, darling,” said he, “I can’t keep my secret any longer. I low you!” “I knew that, long ago,” said Gladys, in the sweet, solemn way she had. “And you, dearest?’ “I love you, too,” said Gladys. “Isn’t it the most natural thing in the world? But I am not going to burden you with a penniless wife. We must wait until I am a great artist, you a prosperous lawyer.” Lovel Best secretly made up his mind that nothing of the sort should occur. “I’ll go home and tell it all to Aunt Barbara,” he resolved. “And if she consents, all right; if she doesn’t, all right, just the same! Gladys is better than a dozen fortunes!” But when he reached home, the serv ants came to meet him with pale, troubled faces. Aunt Barbara Best had been found sitting dead in her chair. Her will, all signed and sealed, left all that she had to Lovel Best. Gladys Maitland’s name was not once men tioned. But Gladys was coheiress all the same as Lovcl’s wife; and, perhaps, had the old lady known it, she would not have been displeased. For coming death lifts the veil off our hearts, and Mrs. Barbara had more than once wished that she had not been so sharp and stern with Gladys Maitland. So they were married, and lived hap py ever after. And Mrs. Barbara Best never even knew that her precious china had been broken, and risen again, so to speak, from its own ashes. —N. Y. Ledger. PEOPLE WHO THINK. Very Few Who Are Troubled With Orig inal Ideas. More than one noted man has given it as his opinion that the number of people who really do their own think ing is surprisingly small. Ofaeourse there are certain commonplace and conventional subjects concerning which every one is compelled to go through a mental process which might by court esy be called thinking. But to have individual ideas upon the graver problems of life, or to search one’s mind for original reasons, - or to pursue some line of thought that leads one out of the ordinary grooves —in short, “to think for one’s self,” establishes a man as somewhat of a rarity. If he become eminent he is a genius; if he remain one of the common herd, the mildest term usually applied to him is that he is eccentric. If he be rather radical in his views, the gamut of opin ion concerning him is as apt, though varied in degree, to be uniformly un complimentary. A hundred or two hundred years ago to think for one’s self was, in nine cases out of ten, a crime. The stake and pillory loomed up at the end of the daring innovator’s path and he was told that they were but the beginning of the penalties awaiting him. Stake and pillory have vanished literally; yet prejudice and bigotry have not wholly disappeared. It is still essential that one be suc cessful in his undertakings before so ciety forgives him for departing from time-honored canons. Perhaps that is best after all. It seems to be necessary for the general welfare that the world should move slowly in unaccustomed paths. Yet this need not discourage the sincere and honest thinker. If he is really right, men will find it out, though he himself be mouldering ip the grave.—Yankee Blade. SAFETY OF RAILWAY TRAVEL Only One Passenger Out of Forty-Flvo Million Is Killeil. Fresh point is given to the well known paradox concerning the safety of railway traveling by the latest offi cial returns. According to these, only one person in forty-five and a half-mil lion railway passengers was killed by railway accident in 1890, so the railway companies will again hold their car riages safer than our beds. It is true the proportion of injured is much greater; but still in 1990 only one passenger in 1,048,677 was hurt in a railway acci dent. Railway travelers can afford to take that risk. It is a risk greatly re duced in recent years. In 1874 the in jured were one in three hundred thou sand, and it was not till 1883 that the chances of injury were so far dimin ished that only one in a million passen gers was hurt. In 1889 there was a drop to one in three-quarters of a mil lion. This was due to the terrible ac cident at Armagh, where two hundred and sixty-two were injured, besides eighty killed,and now, as above stated, the proportion is not as much as one in one and a half million. The exten sion of*the block system and the use of automatic continuous brakes have un doubtedly greatly minimized the risk of railway traveling.—London Daily News. —New England is coming forward with big egg stories. The Nawbury port News says: “A thoroughbred hen laid a few days ago at South Stock bridge an egg with a shell that fairly glittered with tiny specks of gold.” A second newspaper relates that a Ports mouth (N. II.) woman recently found a one-eent piece in an egg which one of her hens had laid, and later on the same hen laid an epg with a tea-cent piece in it. IN THE ELECTRICAL WORLD. —Electric light is to be used in all the German factories. —Nottingham, Eng., is to establish a municipal electric lighting plant, at a cost of 5150.000. —lt is estimated that 19,000 electric lamps, aggregating 10,000,000 candle power, will be required for the Chicago fair. —The government life saving stations at Watch Bill, Point Judith and Nar ragansett Pier are now connected by a telephone line recently built. —The municipal electric lighting sta tion at Pancreas, London, is already a great success. It went into operation November 9 last, and supplies at pres ent more than 10,000 lights. —lt may interest the users of tele phones to know that the word “hello," when spoken into a phonograph, pro duces about 5,000 distinct vibrations, and that each of these vibrations is capable of producing a Morse signal. —The resources of a shoe factory in Leicester, Eng., have been immensely increased by the adoption of electric power. The installation is to be fur ther enlarged, and when complete it will include two engines of 150 horse power for the driving of the dynamos for light and power. Fifteen hundred people will be employed and the fac tory will procuce 50,000 pairs of shoes a week.—Chicago News. —Electricity's latest use is to run ice harvesting machinery. Ice ent with a cutter operated by electricity is much better than that cut with cutters drawn by horses, as it is cleaner. By the use of the electric machinery it is estimated that the cost of harvesting ice can be reduced as much as fifty per cent. It is also possible with the new machines to get ice that could not heretofore be harvested because too thin to bear the weight of a horse. —lt has been remarkable that ships at sea are now struck by lightning much less often than formerly. The explanation is to be found in the general use of wire rope for rigging, as well as in the fact that the hulls of ships are now usually constructed of iron or steel. The ship thus forms an excellent con ductor, by means of which the electric ity is diverted into the ocean before it has time to do serious damage. It is found that wooden ships rigged still show the same percentage of casualties as formerly.—Chicago News. —A German engineer, Mr. Otto Bes ser, has invented anew method of tow ing canal boats by electric power. A stationary cable is laid along the bot tom of the canal, and is grasped by a set of sheaves on the deck of the boat actuated by an electric motor. The motor is operated by a current supplied through a trolley from wires running along the banks of the canal. Good speed can be obtained under this sys tem, and the sheaves and motor are made np in portable plants that can be readily fixed to any boat entering the canal, and as readily removed at the end of the trip. —On the roof a meat store in Salem, Mass., a clothes line was stretched and on it a wet handkerchief was hung to dry. This was seized by the wind, and twisted around an electric wire; by means of its dampness, this handker chief conducted the electricity along the wire, and brought it into communica tion with other wires, running along which it reached the water pipes in the cellar. From these the electricity sprang to the stove, on which stood a kettle of boiling fat, to which it com municated so strong a light that a workman who was near thought the fat was burning. In attempting to take the kettle from the stove, he re ceived an electric shock which threw him against the wall. Pale with ter ror, the man ran into a room back of the workshop. Another workman, trying to bring him a glass of water, turned the brass faucet of the water pipe, and was immediately thrown against the furthest corner of the room. For several minutes everything seemed to be turned into a galvanic battery; the nails on the walls were red hot, the water pipes spouted out flames, and even the iron bands of the water pail showed signs of disturbance. Finally the cause of the commotion was dis covered and ended, as soon as the wire was freed from the embrace of the wet handkerchief.—St. Louis Anzeiger dea Westens, How Old She Was. The attorney in the case was very spry and he was not making it any pleasanter for the witness than he could help. “How old are you?” he asked of a lady who was called to testify. “I’m old enough,” she replied, with exceeding promptness, “to know that it is miserable manners for a man to ask a lady how old she is.” The court let the answer stand.—De troit Free Press. Neatly Done. “I know I am not good enough for you,” he added, half apologetically after proposing, “but that’s my mis fortune, not my fault—no man can bo as good as a woman.” “Why not?” “Because the Bible says man was made a little lower than the angdls.” This was the feather that turned the scale. She softly sighed and con sented.—N. Y. Press. Much Too Long. Dimling—The duel has had its hour. Tailing—That is too long. Dimling—What do you mean? Tailing—A duel require only two iecond.—Judgi?. HER FLANNEL DRESS. It Carried the Odor of tho Crullers She Had Been Trying. “I am glad that my seamstresc is coming next week,” said a young housekeeper, as she tied on two big aprons, one over tho front of her dress and the other over the back. “I assure you I haven’t a decent cotton dress to wear about the house. If there is one thing more than another that I dislike, it is to work in. dresses of wool or mix ed fabrics, or, indeed, anything that will not bear laundrying. It took me a long time to learn that such dresses were entirely unfit for domestic work, and although I rarely do much cooking or work about the kitchen, I always wear cotton dresses in the early part of the day. I got my lesson on that one day when I first went to housekeep ing. I had a pretty nuns’ veiling in brown, with velvet trimmings, and I was very fond of wearing it. It was past its best use, and I thought it would make an admirable house-dress, so I put it on; and one day the servants left, and I had to put the house in order and get luncheon. When my many duties were done, I had an errand a little way over town, and thought I wouldn’t take the trouble to change my dress. So I put on my ulster and cap and started out. I got into a warm street car and sat down near the stove, as I felt somewhat chilly. Five minutes later two ladies came into the car and sat down near me. I paid very little attention to their conversation until one said to the other, in an under tone: ‘Dear me, somebody has been fry ing crullers, for I can smell them.’ And her companion gave her a little push and whispered: ‘Hush! She’ll hear you!’ It hadn’t occurred to me before, but I now noticed that I carried on that wool dress the odor of the kitchen and the identical smell of crullers of which my neighbor had spoken. I have frequently observed since that I could tell almost infallibly what many people had cooked for breakfast by the odors which clung to their garments as they came into the street car with a wool dress on, and could readily tell if it had been worn during the performance of any culinary duty. Indeed, we had quite a bit of a joke about it, and several of us used to amuse ourselves, when we went out in the morning, with trying to decide what our neighbors had breakfasted upon, and it isn’t at all difficult to dis cover. Just take a little pains, culti vate the sense of smell, and it is easy to get a comfortably correct idea of the bills of fare of persons with whom you come in contact. —N. Y. Ledger. READING ALOUD. A Delightful Pastime That Few Women Appreciate. a source of pleasure few employ nVtits equal that of reading with some congenial companion. When she lends the “beauty of her voice” to high poetic thoughts or to the instructive volume, or with gay accents brings out the flavor of the humorous and quaint con ceits of others, how intensely we enjoy, how thoroughly we appreciate! With little pauses for criticism and exchange of opinion, we go on page after page, bringing fresh pleasure to our literary tete-a-tete. And ever after the story or poem has for us an added charm. Years may elapse, yet when we see again the book our memories recall the scene of its first perusal—the vine shaded piazza, with the the summei sounds and scents; or the snowy day, when a “tumultuous privacy of storm" enclosed us as in a sanctuary; or the long winter evening, when the lamp’s glowing radiance and the bright fire enhanced our comfort, and mind and body were equally soothed and de lighted. Some women neither know nor care for this delightful pastime. They fancy that a special training by a teacher of elocution is essential to fit them for the proper rendering of the thoughts of others, and that it is not worth while to attempt to gain the accomplishment, as they have no special aptness for it, ignoring the fact that reading aloud is one of the talents to be secured by a judicious investment of the great talent of time. Clear and distinct enuncia tion, a well-trained eye and ready com prehension of the author’s meaning are essentials easily acquired, and the prac tice of this delightful accomplishment gives so much pleasure that it is recom mended as an important contributor to that happiness which every loving heart would fain bring into the lives of others. To read to the dear ones who are weak or ill, to the sufferers in hos pitals, and to aid those whose eyes are failing as the long shadows of life’s af ternoon cloud their brightness—these are blessings which we can easily be stow, and by which we are ourselves enriched.—Harper’s Bazar. Costumes of Corduroy. Corduroy and velveteen, the silky faced kind known as gamekeepers’ vel veteen, which stands any amount of hard wear and rough usage, is employ ed by tailors for skating costumes, shopping suits, stormcoats and reefers. A handsome costume of lawn-colored velveteen is made with a bell shirt, which is worn beneath a gracefully shaped coat, the flat pockets and “high wayman’s” cuffs of which are orna mented witlv antique bronze and silver buttons. Two narrow bands of fur on the skirt hem and one around the coat collar finish the costume. Most of the coat bodices are now cut without hip seams, which have been so run upon that they are looked on as Ji'opdessly —Chicago Post TERMS: 81.00 Per Annum in Advance. RELIGIOUS AND EDUCATIONAL. —The devil is afraid of a. good man when he sees him on his knees. —False worship will kill the soul as quick as no worship. —Ram’s Horn. —There are over 12,500,009 pupils in the public schools of the United States. —Ten thousand Moslem students at tend the university of the Great Mosque of El Aga, in Cairo. —The church may sometimes go.to sleep but the devil is nearly always wide awake.—Ram’s Horn. —Education in Alaska is progressing. During the year ending June 50, 1891, there were in operation in the territory thirteen day schools, with an enroll ment of 745 pupils, and in addition eleven contract schools, with 1,10(5 pupils, making the total enrollment 1,851. —I believe that if we all could be freed from undue attachment to great names and favorite authors, and apply ourselves more diligently to draw the water of life from the pure fountain of the Scripture, our progress in divine knowledge would bo more speedy and_ more certain.—John Newton. —Vassar is probably the only college that has a fund to be used in giving its students “good times.” For several years past a sum has been given the college by a New York gentleman to be used for such a purpose. It is known as the “free money,” and when parties of students start for a day at Lake Mohonk or some of the other beautiful places along the Hudson it is the ‘‘free money” that turns the w’heels. —A Swedish newspaper, the Ostgotcn, takes a somewhat novel and striking view of the emigration question. It says that during the past ten years 575.- 000 persons have left Sweden as emi grants. The education of each of these persons cost at least a thousand crowns, about 8370, making about 8101,350,000 in all, and as they emigrated when they became old enough to turn their educa tion to account and return some service to the country, the money spent on their education was a dead loss to Swe den. —So far as can be learned, no Amer ican protestant missionaries have come to harm in the outrages and attacks in Ichang and elsewhere in China. The secretaries of the foreign missions of the various denominations in Iloston have united in a statement, that so far as they have knowledge, no trouble has been experienced by their mission aries in China. Whatever trouble has befallen missionaries has been, they say, among the Belgian, French and Roman catholic missions. The hostility of the Chinese to the French is thought to have sprung from their interference in Chinese governmental affairs.— Christian Union. • WIT AND WISDOM, —While preaching silence to others, don’t talk too much. —lf groaning could heal broken bones, nobody -would be lame.—Ram's Horn. , —What a young man who has a best girl wants is to hold his own.—Alton Sentinel. —Any fool can ask questions, but it takes somebody who knows something to answer them. —lf you want to find out how much clear dog there is in a man, find out how he treats his wife. —Some people’s lives are like warm water on a hot day. Nice to look at, but one taste is enough. —There are too many people in the world who use their nest eggs to make cake of.—Atchison Globe. —When a man is not very bright it seems a hardship to leave him to his own reflections.—. Picayune. —There is no horseback riding done in churches, but the aisles are often used as bridal paths.—Sparks. —Many of the applicants for divorce acknowledge that they have made a sour mash.—National Weekly. —lf the earth were covered with flowers all the year round, the bees would become lazy.—Ram's Horn. —A true friend is one who will not say, "I told you so,” every time you take a wrong step and feel sorry for it afterward. —A woman delights in a speaking ac quaintance, especially if she is permit ted to do most of the speaking.—Bing hamton Republican. —Every time you find fault with a neighbor, you are telling somebody that the man who wears your shoes is not as good as he ought to be. —True character seldom appears on the surface. The slatternly hole in the heel of one's stocking is usually cov ered by well-polished leather. —Puck. —Borrow money of a man to help you in your business troubles, and you give him the right to ask how you get along with your wife. —Atchison Globe. —Humanity appears to be very une qually divided between those who can't stand prosperity and those who can’t get any to stand.—Binghamton Leader. —lt is remarked that women are themselves not very thoughtful in streetcars. But then think of how much they haveto stand.—Philadelphia Press. —One of the specimens of Italian srt conspicuous in this country is the facile dexterity with which short measure is given in a nickel’s worth of peanuts.— Washington Star. —Paste It in Your Hat Here's something for the whining lad— Who looks at tasks with visage sad— To think of at his leisure; Dame fortune will he adamant Until you drop the "t" from can’t; '.'hero h nothing then slut will not grant 1 ** Jfo limit tv her meutnire, NO. B.