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BY CHARLES PA8COR, IDAHO. MOUNTAIN HOME, Goodness me! I'm afraid my crown Isn't on straight!—I ou Dillon. Pretty soon those fast pacers will be going a mile In no time or better. ■ Woman's greatest concession lies in forgiving a man for her own offense. In her energetic soared for trouble Hungary appears to be getting quite warm. Victims of hay fever might be per ir.cntly cured of it by going to the Adirondacks. y. Allvo to the exigencies of the times, the Ruaslana have just discovered a new way to commit murder. What is the difference betw-een Langley and Santos-Dumont? Never mind sending in the answer. Grim old Oom Paul, tragic wanderer from tho Transvaal, is in lonely retire ment at Mentone—a sad reminiscence. Prince Alert has taken time by tho fgrolock and given it a closer haircut than it ever before received—a 1:57 clip. And now Mrs. Fish declares that Harry Lehr is "an ordinary person." Surely this Is the most unkindest cut of all! Tho experts to tho contrary not withstanding, we hadn't noticed that the number of "lobsters" had percep tibly decreased. Milwaukee and Cleveland havo had flatiron buildings for years, but those cities depend on other things to make themselves famous. Persons who think that football players are all beef and brawn, with no brains should take a day off and try to learn the signals. Poor MaJ. Deltnar! All he knows about his wonderful performance in equaling Lou Dillon's record Is that it made him awfully tired. Just because Sir Thomas did not have to have an operation performed, all Chicago Is talking about Its won derful health-producing climate. Tho child that was christened In a lions' don will never become famous enough to he lionized again, if thero Is anything in the doctrine of hered lty. It Is well that the Alaskan boundary question has come up when so many other things are going on. Few peo ple are asking to have it explained to them. George Vanderbilt is to leave Bllt more because his employes pilfer. Times must be ominous when George Is compelled to practice such close economy. Attorney General Finley talked for two days in the Alaskan boundary dis pute. The United States made a great mistake In not retaining Senator Mor gan iu the case. "Many ■n honest man fails because he is a poor advertiser." is perfectly frank as to tho secret of his own success. Mr. Wanamaker observes: Mr. Wanamaker If the time ever comes when the novelists form a union, perhaps we shall hare the Great Amalgamated American Novel with the fifteen dif ferent kinds of dialect. The new game law, punishing the hunter who happens to mistake a man for a partridge, may afford some con solation to the relatives, but it will not benefit the lately deceased. The Duke of Roxburghe sayt he Is rich In his own right and wholly inde pendent of Miss Qoelet's millions. What a good time these young people will have spending money. each other's Geographer Reclus and Aeronaut Ca ptizza are rapidly preparing for their balloon voyage across the Atlantic. It is to be hoped that these daring scientists will not fall down when they are half seas over. Mr. Choate Is now dean of the dip lomatic corps in London. With an American dean of the diplomatic corps and a new American duchess added to tho list every few days, how can they keep us down? Rather than wed a German count whom her mother had chosen for her. Miss Daisy Crouse of Amsterdam, N. Y„ elope«: with a Mr. Smith. Not every girt makes a like choice when a title of nobility dangles before her eyes. It is aald to be on the program to have the assassins of King Alexander convicted and then pardoned by King Peter. The king may know a good thing when he sees It and refuse the pardon after he has the assassins safely locked up. The backer of the enterprise to bring Patti to this country has put up $40,000 as a guaranty of his sublime i faith In the memory of the people of this country for singers who may almost be said to have come down to us from a former generation. When a man says he is worried over his business his wife seems to think it wouldn't be that vay If he took her advice about w arit.g a mutiler when he went out in tho evening. Eleven babies an hour are born on Manhattan island and it cannot be said that they are very particular about selecting their birthplace. If the price of steel trust securities shall continue to decline Mr. Carnegie may be forced ,o the extremity of call Id some of his libraries. it SCULPTOR'S WORK MADE EA8Y. Objects of Art No Longer a Matter of Skill. . realms of polite learning with mo- ; chanlcal appliances, and the lathe, the wheel and power threaten to displace chisel nnd the skill of the sculptor. A whirl or the wheel and ail the romance that has surrounded art for ages Is no more. The art of sculptur ing mechanically is said to have been solved, at least so far as the making of busts is concerned, by Slg. Auguste Bontempl of Naples, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, already famous in medl Machinery is about to invade the domains of art. Not satisfied with the tremendous strides made in the com mercial world, man la Invading the a r* L X yfi \ MACHINE. F<yR- MAKING Marble, - busts at wgkk. A cine, in fiction and in war, has lent his name to tills invention of what is con sidered a remarkable machine. Conan Doyle and W. O. Jones, also of Eng land, have acquired all the British rights to the Invention. Tho machine consists essentially of needle, or a revolving steel drill, which Is worked hydraulically. Tho machine is designed only for the purely me chanlcal processes of the sculptor's : art. One machine, it is said, can turn I out as much work in twelve hours as j It takos two months to complete by j hand. Of course, one's imagination can run riot, as to the possibilities of this j invention. It is said that when the j Yankee improvements are made on it, possibly the laurels of Michael Angelo and Pygmalion will lie In danger, and tho work of the golden ago ol Greek and Italian sculpture will bo cleverly imitated. Tho work tho machine doos In seven hours, according to critics, is astounding. Living models ate em ployed and likenesses struck off in marble that nro reported to bo mar velous. in it THINK WELL OF AIRSHIP. Stanley Spencer's Machine May Be the Long Looked For. There has been a great deal of In- j terest attaching to Mr. Stanley Spen cer's preparations at the Crystal Pal ace for his airship trip around SL Paul's, says a London (Eng.) dispatch. The "ship" is the largest of its kind to constructed in this country, and much more powerful than that used by M. Santo-Dumont in ills flight round tho jjyj '•el A'USNlP f Na /j <% / a of 0 I« r Ifl The Spencer Airship. Eiffel Tower. The gas vessel is 93 feet long, and tho twenty-four horse power motor can develop a speed oi twenty-five miles an hour. The weight of the whole apparatus is about 15 cwt., and requires 30,000 feet of hydro gen gas to lift It. It has been inflated with gas several times, and found to work well. Is Doe Waited to Be Shot. Fred Unger, a Sleeker (N. Y.) teamster, was driving on the Glovers ville road, when he saw a large doe come out of the woods a few yards ahead of his team and begin grazing at the roadside. Unger had passed a house some distance back. He stopped his horses, and as he was getting off his wagon tlie doe looked up at him in a wonder ing way and then resumed her graz ing. Unger hurried back to the house, where he borrowed a gun. When he got back to his wagon the deer was still cropping the grass at the road side. She heard Unger as ho came , hack, raised her head and gazed at j * 1 him, but made no movement to escape. Unger fired and killed her where she stood. Done Out or a Fortune. Says a Chicago publication: was a shame that the man who eloped "It lk»i»nsT I fRtAK. Otis Ht LOOK. , ncotu«. tARtH i 51 to Chicago with his mother-in-law was taken hack to Michigan by the sheriff when he might have n cured a profit able engagement in the museum had he stayed. of the hero in his glory. of of It Above is the artist's idea Has Read Bible Often. John Shuler, aged seventy-three, one of the most highly respected citizens of Hughesvllle, Penn., Is an ardent student of the Bible. He has read it through from Genesis to Rt forty-three time made it forty-four times. it lations and soop will have STATUE OF RAMESE3 II. Treasure Lately Unearthed in the . British Museum. By special permission of tlie direct or of the Egyptian section of the Brit ish Museum, I have Just been permit ted to photograph for the first time ; the remarkable- statue of was for the soft of one which, after having been stowed away as of no Im portance in an obscure corner of the museum for several years, has Just been Identified as a probably authentic m: -■V; ■•/V mm wm< r » ! 1 F ' ' WM ifei il J F m PHAJMQH. WfD &¥QZZ> AUSTS effigy of Ramoses II.—whom the Bible calls Pharaoh—tho Egyptian tyrant who persecuted the children of Israel, writes a famous scientist. Thus we have the first portrait of this famous : I j that this statue must have been taken j from the monarch. It is now authoritatively declared tombs of the Egyptian Kings. It was brought to the museum from Egypt some years ago, but then j Its genuineness was ealieil into ques j tion. ard fashion in tho rubbish room of the institution, happened on the rejected statue and had it brought out in the daylight, The other day, however, C. H. Hendemondt, an Egyptologist of Eu ropean repute, and Mr. Birch, the pres ent head of the Egyptian section of the museum, while poking around, haphaz He After that It took them a compara tively short time to satisfy themselves beyond any doubt of the genuineness of thlH likeness of the Egyptian ruler who flourished 1333 years before Christ, and whoso tyranny was resist ed by Moses. The statue was prompt ly added to the famous Egyptian room he is j at the museum and given one of tho places of honor there, he or, Pagoda Hat. u » 1 H ~AcÊ&r I If 1 er ■ 'He* '0EÏÏ \* A German Inventor has devised a bat that ho claims would be useful in uncertain climates, and it is telescopic vorn shut in fair weather, but when it rains It forms a complete cov ering for the wearer. Lightning Set Newspaper Afire. Harry Garver, a stableman em ployed at the Kansas Sclnxil for the Blind, in Kansas City, Kan., was »hocked by lightning while sitting on a box In front of tho barn at the school. A boy standing near, seeing Garver fall over as though dead, ran into the main building and called as sistance. Several people ran to Gar ver. but found him sitting up rubbing his eyes. Dr. Wilkinson, who attend ed Garver, found that lightning had burned several places on his right side. Tlie newspaper which Garver was reading was set on fire and was bttrnittg at his feet when the attend ants arrived. -Kansas City (Mo.) Star. Men as Housemaids. In England a special $3.75 license is required for the privilege of keeping a man servant, and a londoner recently arrested for failure to comply with the law brought forward the novel de- I fence: "He is my housemaid." There seems to be an increasing tendency in | London to employ men to do the work ! commonly assigned to housemaids, and j The defense, how- I , j * !l< y (1 ° 11 better. 1 ever, was not accepted by the law. ! Topsy Turvy. in V, If [V & Not a handsome person, but better than the demon you way see by look ing at him upside down. The Smallest Republic. The sinailest of nil republics is that of Tavaiora, established in the island of that name off the coast of Sardinia. It has a popuit ty. including the president and his con gress of six. ât of fewer than six First Use of the Dahlia. The dahlia,was Introduced into Eu rope for the value of its bulb as a substitute for the Irish potato, which it resembles when baked. to BROTHER TO "CARDIFF GIANT." Fake Petrified Man That Has tain Long Unclaimed. Attention is Ic ing directed to the alleged remains of a petrified giant which have been lying in the charge of the I/mdon and Northwestern rail way company for a number of years, '''ho specimen Is 12 feet high, and is was said to have been dug out of the Giant's Causeway, after lying there for centuries. Two showmen quareled over its ownership, and left it with the railway company. The iatter ap plied to the conrts for leave to sell on account of their charges, but they were dismissed from the case. So the giant was thrown Into Chancery. He weighs two tons 15 cwt soft grey stone. If he were what he purports to be—the fossilized remains of a once living man--he would fcc one of the marvels of the world, in finitely more wonderful than the bis muth man in the British muBeum. "Ke He feels like w »I lr~ *4 i Ti?r (. 000 3 VAy, m p x/.'t <1 a! 1 V. '/X 0 ÜP'S'ON "The Petrified Giant." was carved out of rock at Garrick fergus," says one of the few men living who know the history of the giant; and there seems to be little doubt that he was a very clever fake. —Ixmdon Telegraph. MAN AND BEAR ON A LOG. Man Willing to Give Bruin the Whole Log, but Couldn't. Conductor Dave Houston of the Southern Pacific railroad, who is tak- j ing a ten days' vacation at Seaside. J had n thrilling experience with a big j bear w-lilch he will not soon forget, j He only told a few of the incidents, as ; he desired to keep It quiet, but the story leaked out. Conductor Houston \ is a great fisherman, and never lets an opportunity slip to east the line. He , had hardly got settled at the seaside j when ho went out on the Necanicum river to havo a fish all by himself. He 1 made his way through the brush until he camo to a log. one end of which j projected out into the creek. "That's j the very place," thought, the conduct- j or, and, adjusting bis lino and pole, he crept out on the log, where he found himself comfortably perched above the cool water of Necanicum creek. Hons ton lighted his tried and trusty pipe and then east his line. He fished and smoked perhaps an hour without get ting a bite. Suddenly there was a movement in the bushes back of him, and then he felt the log he was sitting on tremble. I Instinctively the conductor turned around, when to his amazement he gazed into the face of a black bear. I ! j The latter seemed to be sizing him up and estimating how much of a meal j the conductor would make, and whetb- | er he would "scrap" when it came to i the point, seemed no escape. The bear sat com plaisantly on the shore end of tlie log, and it was not possible for Conductor Houston to get past the monster. The boar held him there for several hours before a hunter came along and killed the animal, pounds Houston now has a few more hairs in his head as the result of his experience.—Morning Oregonian. ! For the conductor there The bear weighed 250 Conductor vlten dressed. j gray j i 1 : | I Salvation Army in Japan. ST ÉY hr*»! Mi I i I r m ! ■ i m I | ! j I ; ®r, m I 11 II Parade of Geu. Booth's soldiers in Yokohama, where many native con* j ! verts have been made. New England's Immense Tree. One of the largest trees in New England is an elm on the farm of Fred Stanley in Berwick. A foot from l tho ground this tree, which was meaa urod by William Harper Deering of Saco, aged 91, is 35 feet and 11 inches in circumference. If this treo were manufactured into cord wood, it is es timated It would make a pile four feet wide, four feet high and eighty feet i long. There is a lady now living who says that her mother set the tree out ' and as near as can be ascertained it was done in 1S00. Celery and Lettuce Farm. Orange Farm station, four miles south of Goshen. N. Y.. has the largest eelery and lettuce patches In the state. The celery patch covers twenty-six acres and is filled with straight rows, some of them a quarter of a mile long. The lettuoe bed comprises twelve acres. 3 J j Blacksmith's Large Practice. Alvin Brown, blacksmith at Upper Gloucester, Me., recently shod in c*uo day seven horses from seven different being towns, to reach the shop THE KISS. "He's going to kiss m#.'* wist tfcs maldJ, And. in her roguish heart, she smiled; And. deeper in the ambuscade. Straightway with eyes and lips bo« gulled. A challenge was each dimple wee. And becked each errant tress of hair. While ran her mind, in wicked glee: "The stupid thing! He doesn t dare!" "I'm going to kiss her!*' vowed the man, A'nd chuckled, and was 111 at eas*. And fidgeted, and To feel a weakness of the knees. It seemed, somehow, a downright sham# Deliberately to scheme like this, And play so treacherous a game Upon so innocent a misa! The conversation fitful grow»; Demure is sh« as any nun— With sudden grit, the scratch he tore — A start—a, smack-the deed is done! ("High time, the ninny!" she invefghs.) ("Well planned!" he sniggers, sheepish ly.) *'How dare you!" she rebukes, ablaze* "I did It ere I thought!" pleads he. began K (jL 'I ! A :Y <* a JOHN tt 6« Vs? V£ 1 By 8. H. M«CAU8I.ANI) Copyrighted, 1903 , by The Author» Publishing Company , by his his "Need some help?" Job Allison straightened himself from his stooped position, leaned upon lus scythe and looked critically at his Interrogator. "What kin ye do?" The young man placed his hand upon the top rail of the fence and sprang lightly over, saying carelessly; ''Oh, almost anything." Again the farmer scrutininzed him from head to foot. His lip gave a slightly disdainful curl as he said, sar castically: "Ye'll find a scythe hangln' in thet tree yander; git it an' see ef yc kin keep outen my Way." The young man soon returned, and taking the proffered scythe-stone from Job's hand, drew it along the edge of the blade with a regularity, rapidity, and recklessness that made Job's eyes j open. Then, swinging lute* position, J he asked: "Ready?" j Farmer Allison nodded, rolled his j sleeves a bit higher, spat upon his ; hands, and ordered: "lead out." Tho /stranger "led out" with a pace \ Job Allison had not tackled in twenty years, , scythes swung with perfect rhythm, j Then the young man's athletic training For a dozed rods their came into play and in a few moments 1 Allison's pantings sounded in his j and. finally ceased, j j ears like the puffs of a receding locomotive As he threw his scythe out, at the end, Allison turned and looked at the swath, straight as a line; the path smooth, clean and regular, then again critically eyed the stranger. "What mout yer name bo?" "John." Job had always prided himself on not being "one of them fellers whose tongues wag twice to their brains once." He was not quite satisfied with the answer, yet there was that mvs I terious something about this a I I a little winder on top, a-writln' tilings ; teilin us fellers how to farm. Why, ! Marier, she s that ashamed of him she Mrs. Allison seldom argued with Job on knotty points, it didn't pay. Be man j that checked further inquiry. "Well, John, ye kin stay." Three years later he had learned these facts about that hired man: j | i He was an indefatigable worker, an ! expert farmer, honest, reliable, and his name was "John." Up to ten years before the coming of John, Job had been a prosperous farmer. A few bad moves on the mar ket chess-board, a few scourgings in Solomon's school, learning that "He that is a surety for a stranger shall smart for it," and his fine three-hun dred acre farm had dwindled to sixty. "I tell you, Marier, I'm agin it—ever lastingly and eternally agin' it. Fer why? Because I'm getting old and j can't work the farm many years j longer, and I'm opposed to Marthy i marryin' any pig headed, highferlutln', 1 patent farmer as don't know the dlf : ference atween u post-hole and a pig | track. And him a settin' up on a high I stool, with four walls around him, and won't even tell his name." sides, she knew that Martha usually j had her way. | T hey hain t no use talkin , he ! continued. i ve worked nigh on to ; e ■ fifty year a gittln' this farm, an' I per- f( pose ter lea\o It to Martha ef under- ; stan', Marier —I say ef—" i "If what, papa?" ; j Martha's gray eyes, brimming over I with laughter, completely upset her j l i ' i »! j I m :/ i 7 ■; i j V/l Scrutinized him from head to foot, father's equilibrium a; aelf at the- breakfast table. "Why. I was jest a-teilin' yer ma - that is, I was jest a-aayln - or, reether, I was Juest a-goln' to say, ef you warn't too dead sot about thet feller, as how. mebby, it 'ud be better fer .rou to wait a little while afore you J git married. Of < j you do well. If you would wait, say a p seated Itér a is couple of years, mebby—Hugh Danely *ud—" "I'll ».ever marry Hugh Danely." "By jeemlny, you shall." "I will not." Their eyes met; his determined, hers defiant. He laid his knife and fork beside his plate, wiped his mouth upon the corner of the tablecloth, and shaking his finger at her threateningly, said: "Martha, l don't allow no child of mine to disobey me. Ef you don't want to mind, you kin go. You under stand" She did understand; there was no mistaking his meaning now; he was desperately in earnest. She arose from her seat, pale and trembling. It pr ß y; "m , KW ; T z . . Br\ It*". Strode up and down in a torrent of passion. was the last day of her annual six weeks' vacation. I-or five years she hid held a posi tion in the Pension department al Washington, and during this period her father, through mercenary mo tives, had persistently used his influ ence to bring about a union between his daughter and Hugh Danely, a wealthy, but profligate young man, who held a lien upon his remaining property. To Danely's woolngs and her father's importunities she had turned a deaf ear, pleading time in which to decide this momentous question. An hour later, as she stood waiting for a conveyance to take her to the station, her father said: "Marthy, Id like to know what you've done with all yer wages in these five years. 1 reckon ye ain't got no objections to teilin'?" "Oh! certainly not," she replied; "1 have loaned tho money to that 'pig headed farmer,' who is spending it on his education." I "The devil you did! Then it's my ; opinion_" The s ]n m D f the carriage door and the rattle of wheels, caused that valu able opinion to "lose its sweetness on the desert air." Fifteen years before, he had stood j on those steps watching the receding | form of a young boy. an adopted child, until it was lost in the gloom of gath ; e r jng darkness. For some trivial of f( , nso ho ha(1 drlven thig youth from ; him to battle alone with the world ; A few minutes later a little girl hur j ried down the road, and throwing her arms around the boy's neck, begged hint to return. But no. John Allen Wilberton would make his own way through life, and some day—ah, how young and old de light to feast upon those delicious, though deceptive, promises of "some day." "Going! Going! Going!" Job Allison realized that the little home, for which he had given the best years of his life, was from him. surely slipping He had written Martha, asking her pa.Con fix his hasty words, and begging her to reconsider her de^ cision, and, by marrying Hugh Danely. save her aged parents from the humili ation of the "iKior farm." With his ear open to of the auctioneer's every sound voice, he paced nervously up and down tho Would his letter reach her in time? And would she answer favorably? f or the hundredth time he stopped and looked anxiously down the road. "Gone!" room Job's head sank upon his breast he exclaimed, in the bitterness pair. "I will laugh at your calamity." Ha rail that this was a Just retribution for his heartless cruelty toward littlo "Al" and Martha. a.s - a f do Great was his surprise to learn that, through a pure ing agency, the prop erty had fallen ;<> John, who had left his service a few ys previous, o., hi, front porch, with head it ad bowed despond eecy, Martha s belated reply was hand ed him. With reviving hope and trem bling fingers, be tore it open. Its first sentence caused his heart to sink. It read : •Dear Paya— I freely forgive you, but cannot accommodate you by mar ry Hugh." He threw down and set his foot upon It as the inoffensive bit of paper If to crush it out of existence, strode up and down In a torrent of passion, muttering vengeance on the whole human race. As his anger subsided his mood changed. His mind went back to the time when there was no happier home than that of Job Allison's, wandered to the village churchyard, where lay four of his loved ones. Martha was the only child left to him, and he had tried to barter away her honor and her happiness. A choking sensation came into his throat and the hot tears coursed down his aged cheeks as he remembered that he had longer a home to which he could ever again welcome her. His eyes rested upon the unfinished letter; he picked it up and read: "Will be home to-morrow, to stay. Have just married the 'pig-headed farmer,' the hoy whom you drove from home fifteen years ago. himself 'John.' " He His mind no He calls HIS SMOOTH TALK WASTED. Book Agent's Wiles Lost on the Strong-Eyed Woman. The sad-faced young man knocked timidly at the door of the house, and presently it was opened by a woman with a stony eye. "I—I beg your pardon," said tho j sad-faced young man in confusion. "I —> see I have made a slight mistake. As a matter of fact, I have here a most remarkable work on 'How to Become Beautiful and Remain So.' It's price is $1, and that such a work would be useless to you who have the secret already. Per haps. however, there may be another of your sex in this house to whom the priceless book would be of value?" "Yes," said she of the stony eye; "there is." And she disappeared. In a few moments she returned, and with her came a fifty-pound bulldog, with hay-window teeth. The sad-eyer young man slid down those steps like a thunderbolt in strict training, and as he flew he heard tho voice of the stony-faced woman: "This is the only one in this house your book's any good to. Next time you come, talk to her, and don't try l.lathersklting me. I'm too tough!" But I can see. madam, BOUND TO HAVE HER WAY. Woman Comes From the Grave to See Promise Is Kept. A remarkable ghost story is told in the parish of Burton Agnes, England. There years ago lived three sisters of the name of Boynton. The youngest of the three exacted the promise from the others that on her death her head should be placed on a table in the hall. She met with an accident short ly after, which resulted in her death, Her sisters neglected their promise to her and she was buried, head and all. But on the night after the burial the hall was thrown into terrible con fusion and the dead lady appeared to her sisters with her head under her arm. She upbraided them with their neglected promise and, placing the head on the table, disappeared. In the morning the head was still there and on the coffin being dug up the body was found to be headless. Any at tempt to remove the head was fol lowed by disturbances during the night. It was even buried at a dis tance from the house, but was re stored by the ghost. Eventually the head disappeared, but the disturb ances continue nightly in the hall. a 1 "1 The Meeting of the Ships. Two barks met on the deep mid-sea. When calms had stilled the ttde: A few bright days of summer glee There found them side by side. And voices of the fair and brave Rose mingling thence in mirth; And sweetly floated o'er the wave The melodies of earth. Moonlight on that lone Indian main Cloudless and lovely slept; While dancing step and festive strain Each deck lit triumph swept, And hands w-ere linked, and answering eyes With kindly meaning shone; O. brief and passing sympathies, Like leaves together blow-n! A little while Over the deep's repose. Till the loud singing winds at last I,ike trumpet music And proudly, freely on their way The parting vessel* bore; In calm or storm, by rock or bay, To meet—O, nevermore! *h joy was cast Never to bien«] In victory's cheer. To aid In houiB of And thus bright spirits mingle her#, re formed below. Such tie —Felecla Hemana. Wanted Tact. He saw a cute little purse for car fare and bought it for his wife. "Guess what it is made of," said he as he presented It. She took the little purse and said she could never guess, but wasn't it sweet, and dear, and so thoughtful of him to buy It. She thought it might be velvet, It was so soft and lovely. "I knew you couldn't guess," he said triumphantly; "It's muse skin." When he had disentangled himself from the wreckage of the room he put that purse back in his pocket a wiser and a madder man. 0 de^ A Menace to Society. The colonel—Well, hoys, this is ray last night at the club. I've gotten to be a fearful menace to society, so there's nothing left for me to do but go away and he a hermit for the rest of my life. The chorus—Why? The colonel-Because I've lived here so long I know everybody's fam ily history. The chorus-—What of that? The colonel—And. confound it, I'Ve got into the habit of thinking aloud. or a.s do Sing On. Soon the shadows will be gone; Si ml sing ".! Night is drifting to the dawn; Bout, sing on! left 8 on the vales of morning blest, Tired, yet thunkful. thou shait rest With God's roses on the breast— Soul, sing on! »'rank L. Stanton. In Atlanta Constitu tion.