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THE BEHJBLtCAtf, ALGOHA* IOWA, WlMISSDAY, MMttTAUf 8> 1892 By FERQU8 W. HUME. *^iB~Wtt*wf»td had finfohed the last «* th* doMly written sheets, he let the letter fall tfom hit hands, and, leaning back in his (fcair, stared into the dawning light outside With & haggard face. He arose after a few moment*, and, pouring himself out a gla»of fcrdndy, drank It feverishly. Then mechanically lighting a cigar, he stepped out of the dflot into the fresh beauty of the dawn. There was n soft crimson glow tn the east, which announced the approach of the sun, And he could hear the chirping of the awakening birds in the trees. But Brian did not Bee the marvelous breaking of the dawn, but stood staring at the red light flaring in the east, and thinking of Calton's letter. "I can do no more," he said bitterly, lean- Ing his neiid Against the wall of the house. "There ie only one way of stopping Calton, •nd that is by telling him all My poor Jfladgef My poor Madgef A soft wind arose, and rustled among the trees, and there appeared great shafts Of erimson light in the east; then, with a sud- 1 jfe n blaze, the sun peered over the brim of the •wide plain- The warm yellow rays touched Kahtlytb* comely head of the weary man, and, turning round, he held up his arms to the great luminary, as though he were a flro worshiper. "I accept the omen of the dawn," he cried, •for her life and for mina" "BOme one stepping acfows my grave/ h« murmured to himself, with a cynical smile. "Bah I how superstitious 1 am, and y«t—he knows, he ttnowsl" "Come on, sir," 6ried Pell*, who had Just •night sight of him, "a racket awaits you." Frettlby woke with a start, and found himself near the lawn tennis ground, add Felix at his elbow, smoking a cigarette. "No, child, uo, w said Fretllhy, hartfly, «'l am all right, 1 thought my h«U*wa» ftf' fected, but it ton V _;, "Kot a bit of it," ftn*wered ChtaibMi, »• aiatiring. "All rights only avoid Moite- Bent." •; But when ftwttlby turned to fiO to tb» door Modg«, who had her eyes fixed on the doctor's face, saw how grave it was. "There is dangerf she said, touching hto arm aa they paused tor a moment at the door. . "No, nol" he answered hastily. "Yes, there is, 1 ' she persisted. "Tell me the worst; it Is best for me to know." The doctor looked at her in some doubt for a few moments and then placed his hands on her shoulder. "My dear young lady," he said gravely, "I will tell you what I have hot dared to tell your father." "Whatt" she asked In a low voice, her face growing pale. "Sis heart in affected." "And there is great danger!" "Yes, great danger. In the event of any •udden shock"-— He hesitated. "Yes"—— "He would probably drop down dead." "My Godl" BILL WITH COLD TEA WINDS UP AT DWIGHT, AND 'is git Bdwtn Arnold Way, but _ df e? sty wh8*& We "welcome the English aiithof on <mt shotes at all times, and give him a hearty indorsement, btlt We ask him as i« AH night in ttu | an O ff ae t to this to throw the chest well His Gesture* Might M« Bet- out, stand ereot, ,,hold tip the chlfr in- i. That Letter fron. the stead of the Audience, and refrain from wetting the thumb while turning over the leaves. ..«.•• Shortly after her majesty printed her "Life and Services of John Brown" it occurred to me that brief excerpts from Queen? lOopyright, 1883, by Bttgar W. Nye.l Is OHIO, THE GREAT POLITICAL ) BATTLK GROUND, January. \ ' "I notice." said a moral looking man •« CHAPTER XXV. WHAT DR. CHINSTON SAID. Ilis resolution taken, Brian did not let the grass prow under his feet, but rode over In the afternoon to tell Madge of bis intended Departure. The servant told him she was in the garden, so he went there, and, guided by the Bound of merry voices, and the silvery laughter of pretty women, soon found his way to the Inwn tennis ground. Madge and her guests were all there, seated under the shade of a c-eat witch elm, and watching, with 'great interest, a single handed match being play'" I between Rolleston and Paterson, both of iv horn were capital players. Mr, Frettlby wns not present, as he was inside writing letters, and talking with old Mr. Valpy, and pr"n ?ave a sign of relief as he noted his ahs.ii mis. Madge caught sight of him as he ca -n<- do wn tho garden path, and flew quickly trvT!'.' him with outstretched hands, as he to'.ih 1.1* hat off. 1 '.' i -•: good of you to come," she said, in a d':.. .ited tone, as she took his arm, and they ff-'-^cred slowly toward tho house. Brian to:•'. »pr of his approaching departure, but not liis reasons for going. •• i pot a letter last night," he said, turning bi~ fiv-e awoy from her; "and, as it's about 60i'» important business, I must start at " don't think it will be long before wo v" answered Madge, thoughtfully. •. > loaves here at the end of the week." "I V.i."sure 1 don't know," said Madge, petu- lati't'y; "he is so restless, and neverseemsto sett!-* 'down to anything. He says for the rest <if lii* life he is going to do nothing-but •wp:'..ii>r »H over the world." Thars suddenly flashed across Fitzgerald's nvnd a line from Genesis, which seemed eitiinilnvly applicable to Mr. Frettlby—"A fu- <jYr.1v* .-uirl a vagabond tbou sholt be in the en-rii." •• i-'i-pryone gets these restless fits sooner or law ""he said, idly. "In fact," with an uneasy lau-'h. "1 believe I'm in one myself." "That* puts me in mind of what I heard Dr. Chinston say yesterday," she said. "This is'the age of unrest, as electricity and steam have turned us all into Bohemians." "Ahl Bohemia is a pleasant place," said Brian absently, unconsciously quoting Thack- erav, "but we all lose our -way to it late in life." "At that rate TO? won't lose our way to it for sonu- time," she said laughing, as they stepped into the drawing room, so cool and Bhn^y, after the beat and glare outside. "AS they entered Mr. Frettlby arose out of n cLiair near tin- window, and appeared to hn™ lit'f-m reading, as ho held a book in his "V'hatl Fitz^rald," he exclaimed in a hp?.rrv tone, as lie held out his hand; "I am glnd to see you.'' ••I I->t you know I am living, don't IT re- p'.ie-l lirian, his fair face flushing as he re- lu-- :intly took the proffered hand. "But the fa ft'is I "have come to say good-by for a few Frettlby woke with a start, He roused himself with a great effort and tapped the young man lightly on the •boulder. "What*" he said with a forced laugh, "do you really expect me to play lawn tennis on such a dayf You are mad." "1 am hot, you mean," retorted the imperturbable Rolleston, blowing a wreath of smoke. "That's a foregone conclusion," said Dr. Chinston, who came up at that moment, "Such a charming novel," cried Julia, who had just caught the last remark. "WhatisF* asked Paterson, rather puzzled, "HoweUS* book, 'A Foregone Conclusion,'" said Julia, also looking puzzled. "Weren't you talMng about itl" "Im afraid this talk is getting, slightly incoherent," said Feb'x, with a sigh. "We ail seem madder than usual today." "Speak for yourself," said Chinston, indignantly; "I'm as sane as any man in tho world." "Exactly," retorted the other, coolly, "that's what I say, and you. being a doctor, ought to know that every man and woman in the world is more or less mad." " Where are your facts!" asked Chinston, smiling. "My facts are all visible ones," said Felix, gravely pointing to the company. "They're all crooked on some point or another." There was a chorus of indignant denial at this, and then every one burst out laughing at the extraordinary way in which Mr. Rolleston was arguing. CHAPTER XXVL KILSIP HAS A THEORY OF HI9 OWN. Mr. Calton sot in his office reading a letter be had just received from Fitzgerald, and it seemed to give him great satisfaction, jndg- yesterday as wo journeyed westward, "that as we get into the* states Where liquors are prohibited on the dining car oy act of legislature more people order tea at table. Can 3*ou tell me why it tsso?" n "No, I cannot, just at this moment," I said, like a young man undergoing a civil service examination for the position of president of the Dnited States. -Why Is it?" "Well, i did not know till 1 tried it myself. 1 ordered tea with a wink and got Bass ale in a teapot and served in a teacup and saucer. Why, a man could fool his own wife that way. It looks just the same, and if you blow it a little before you drink it, or pour it into your "If you go on like that in the house," said _.* » 11 .. !1 I _ *. _11 ..M.k.'.+n ing from the complacent smile on his face, "I know," wrote Brian, "that now you havw taken up the affair, you will not stop until von find everything out, so, as 1 want th« matter to rest as at present, I will anticipate you, and reveal all You were right in vow conjecture that 1 knew something likely to lead to the detection of Whyte's murdwer; but when I tell you my reasons for keeping such a thing secret, 1 am sure you will not blame me. Mind you, 1 do not say that 1 know who committed the murder; but I have suspicions-very strong suspicions-and I wish to God Rosanna Moore had died before she told me what she did. However, I will tell you all, nnd leave you to judge aa to whether 1 was justified in concealing what 1 was told. 1 will call at your office some time next week, and then you will know every- thin"- that Rosanna Moore told mo; but once that°you are possessed of the knowledge you will pity me," "Most extraordinary," mused Calton, leaning back in his chair, as he laid down the letter. "1 wonder if he's going to tell me that he killed VVhyte after all, and that Sal Rawlins perjured herself to save him I No, that's nonsense or she'd have turned up in better time, and wouldn't have risked his iieck up to the last moment. Though 1 make it a rule never to be surprised at anything, saucer, like a member of the legislature, you can make quite a hit with the prohibition people. The astonishing growth of tea drinking for mechanical purposes in the dry states is worthy of note, and shows that a colored waiter on a dining car is abler in his line than a member of the legislature is in hia'n. I will give a colored waiter a quarter to evade a law that it cost $16,000 to pass, and he will do it for me. That's my idea of amateur legislation anyhow." And there is a grain or two of truth in what ho said. 1 struck something new in stiles yesterday. It was a stile over a barbed wire fence. It was plain, but picturesque. It was very much as follows: The style of stile in Ireland, aa I remember it, was something like this: A. COMPLETE SET OF GESTURES. this work would do well for readings in this country, so t wrote to her in care of her manager asking her what she would take for fifty choice dates in America, to read jointly with me, each of us selecting from-our own works. My idea was that my own selections would, as it were, give a solid and literary character to the entertainment, while her own would brighten up the evening with mirth and gladness. Frettlby, amused, "you will, at all events, have an entertaining parliament." "Ahl they'll never have an entertaining parliament till they admit ladies," observed Paterson, with a quizzical glance at Julia. "It will be a parliament of love then," retorted the doctor, dryly, "and not mediaeval either." White every one was laughing at this remark, Frettlby took the doctor's arm and •walked away witb him. "1 want you w> come up to my study, doctor," he said, aa they strolled toward the house, "and exom- "Why, dont you feel well?" said Chinston, as they entered the house. "Not lately," replied Frettlby. "I'm afraid I've got heart disease." The doctor looked sharply at him, and then shook his head. "Nonsense," he said, cheerfully, "it's a common delusion with people that they have heart disease, and in nine cases out of ten it's all imagination; unless, indeed," he added, waggishly, "the patient happens to be a young man." "Ahl 1 suppose yon think I'm safe as far as that goes," said Frettlby, as they entered the study; "and what did you think of Rolleston's argument about people being mad?" •'It was amusing," replied Chinston, taking a seat, Frettlby doing the same. "That's all I say con about it, though, mind you, 1 think there are more mixd people at large than the world is aware of." "Indeed I" "Yes; do you remember that horrible story of Dickens', in the 'Pickwick Papers. 1 about the man who was mad, and knew it, yet successfully concealed it for years! Well, i believe there are many people like that to the world, ptjople whose lives ore one long struggle aguiuat insanity, and yet who eat, drink, talk and walk witb the rest of their fellow It) Ut 1 IA»W "^ * *" ~ » _-" *11 expect what Brian Fitzgerald tells me will "Ah! going bad; r,o town, I suppose," said Mr. I'Vettlby, lyiiis back in his chair and plarnie, with his watch chain. "I don't Iccow that you ara wisp, exchanging the clear air of tlie country for the dusty atmosphere of >H bourne." "Yat Madge tells me you are going back, Baid Brian, idly tcyiii- with a vase of flowers on the table, "Depends upon circumstances," replied Midas carelessly. "I may and I may not. You go on business, 1 presume?" "Well, the f.-wt is, Caiton" Here Brian Stopped siuUk'iily, and bit his lip with vexation, for ho had not intended to mention the lawyer's name. "Tfes? 1 said Mr. Frettlby interrogatively, Bitting up quickly, aud looking keenly at Brian. ""Wants to see me about business," he finished awkwardly "Connected with the sale of your station, 1 suppose," said Frettlby, still keeping his eyes on the young man's faea "Can't have a better man. Caltou's an excellent man of business." "A little too excellent," replied Fitzgerald, ruefully; "he's a nuui that can't leave well enough alone." "Apropos of what?" ' "Oh, nothing," answered Fitzgerald, fcwttly, and just then his eyes met those of Frettlby. The two m-iu looked ut one another steadily for a moment, but in that short space of time a single name flashed through their brains; that name was Rosanna Iffoore. Mr. Frettlby was the first to lower his eyes and break the magnetism. "Ah, well," be said lightly, as be rose from iris chair and held out his hand, "if you aro two weeks in town call at St. Kilda, and it'a more than likely you will find us there." Brian shook hands in silence and watched bini pick up his hat aud move on to the veranda, and tben out into the hot sunshine. "He knows," he muttered involuntarily. "Knows what, sirP' said Madge, who came silently behind him, and slipped her arm through hia. "That you are hungry, and want something to eat before you leave us? "I don't feel hungry," said Brian, as they walbd toward the door. "Nonsense," answered Madge, merrily, who. Mtee Pve. was on hospitable thoughts ia- tens. "I'm uut going to have you appear iu Melbourne a V^' f 01 ^ tover, as though L •were create you badly- 1 (*»», &-*>• op»tuiuft4, puttasig up her band as be a her. "business first, pleasure au4 tfcey weitt into the dining men, evidently as gay and light hearted as they are." "How extraordinary." "Half tho murders and suicides are done in temporary fits of insanity," went on Chinston, "and if a person broods over anything, his incipient madness is sure to break out sooner or later; but, of course, thereare cases where a perfectly sane person may commit a murder on the impulse of the moment, but 1 regard such persons as mad for the time being; but, again, a murder may be planned and executed in the most cold blooded mau- startle me considerably. I've never met with such an extraordinary cose, and from all appearances the end isn't reached yet. After all," said Mr. Calton, thoughtfully, "truth ia stranger than fiction." Here a kuock came to the door, and in answer to an invitation to enter, it opened, and Kilsip glided into the room. "You're not engaged, sir," he said, In a soft, low voice. "Oh, dear, no," answered Calton, carelessly, "come'in, come in." Kilsip closed the door softly, and gliding along in his usual velvet footed manner, sat down in a chair near Calton's, and placing his hat on the ground, looked keenly at the barrister. "Well, Kilsip," said Calton, with a yawn, playing with his watch chain, "any good news to tell meS" "Well, nothing particularly new," purred the detective, rubbing his hands together. "Nothing new, and nothing true, and no matter," said Calton, quoting Emerson. "And what have you come to see me about? 1 "The hansom cab murder," replied the other quietly. "The devil 1" cried Calton, startled out of his professional dignity. "And have you found out who did it<" "No!" answered Kilsip, rather dismally; "but I've got an idea." "So had Gorby," retorted Calton, dryly, "an idea that ended in smoke. Have you any practical proofs!" • "Not yet." "That means you are going to get somer "Well, if possible." "Much virtue in 'if,'" quoted Calton, pick- in"-upa pencil and scribbling idly on his blotting paper. "And to whom does your suspicion point?" "Aha I" said Mr. Kilsip, cautiously. "Don't know him," answered the other A B is supposed to be a stone wall. I do not draw still life well, but this is a wall, and U represents footholes which enable the victim to go over the wall if his nails are good. Here is a Mississippi stile, as brought over by a well known Congo family now living near Jackson: uer." "And in the latter case," said Frettlby, without looking at the doctor, and playing with the paper knife, "do you regard the murderer as mad?' 1 "Yes, 1 do," answered the doctor, bluntly. "He is as mad as a person who kills another because he supposes he has been told by (Jod to do so—only there is method in his madness. For instance, 1 believe that hansom cab murder, in which you were mixed "D— it, sir 11 wasn't mixed up in it," interrupted Frettlby. pale with anger "Beg pardon," said Chinston, coolly, "a elip of the tongue; 1 was thinking of Fitzgerald. Well, I believe that crime to have been premeditated, and that the man who committed it was mad. He Is, no doubt, at large now, walking about and conducting himself as sanely as you or I, yet the germ of insanity is there, and sooner or later he will commit another crime." "How do you know it was premeditated!" asked Frfettlby, abruptly. "Any one can see that," answered the other. "Whyto was watched on that night, and when Fitzgerald went away the other was ready to take his place, dressed the same." "That's nothing," retorted Frettlby, looking at his companion sharply. "There are dozens of men in Melbourne who wear even- ng dress, light coats and soft hats—in fact, 1 'enerally wear them myself." "Well, that might have been a coincidence," said the doctor, rather disconcerted; •'but the use of chloroform puts the question beyond a doubt; people don't usually carry chloroform about with them." "I suppose not," answered the other, and then the matter dropped, Chinston made an examination of Mark Frettlby, and when he had finished his f aoo was very grave, though he laughed at the niillioaiare's fears. "You're all rigaV be «aW. gayly. "Action of the bewH.» little weak, th^ft all- only^ topw»*v«iy. "avoid avoid e*oltes*ent» coolly; "family name Humbug, 1 presume. Boshl Whom do you suspect?" Kilsip looked around cautiously, as if to make sure they were alone, and then said, in a stage whisper: "Roger Horelandl" "That waa the young man that gave evidence as to how Whyte got drunk?" Kilsip nodded. "Well, and how do you connect him witn the murder*" "Do you remember in the evidence given by the cabmen, Royston and Rankin, they both swore that the man who was with VVhyte ou that uight wore a diamond ring on the forefinger of the right hand?" "What of that? Nearly every second man in Melbourne wears a diamond ring." "But not on the forefinger of the hand." '•Oht Aud Morekmd wears a ring in that way*" "Yes I" "Merely a coincidence. Is that all your proof}" "All I can obtain at present." "It's very weak," said Calton, scornfully. "The weakest proofs may form a chain to hang a man," observed Kilsip, sententiously. "Moreland gave his evidence clearly enough," said Calton, rising and walking up and down. "He met Whyte; they got drunk together. Whyte went out of the hotfal, and shortly afterward Moreland followed with tho coat, which was left behind by VYhyte, and then somebody snatched it from him." "Ah, did they*" interrupted Kilsip, quickly. , "So Moreland says," said Calton, stopping short. "I understand; you think Morela&d was not so drunk as ho says, aud after following Whyte outside, put ou his coat, and' got into the cab with him." "That ia my th'eory. 1 ' It's ingenious enough," said the barrister; wandered 4P W » to the town "but why should Moreland murder Whytef What motive hail he»" "Those papers" "Pshaw l another idea of Gorby's, said Calton. angrily. "How do you tenow there were any papers?" Toe fact Is, Calton did not intend KUsiP to know that Wbyta really had papers until ha heard what Fitzgerald bad to tell biW. "And another thing," said Calton, wsow- Ins bis waUf, "if your theory i» correct, which 1 don 1 * taluk it is, what WbyWtooaiK ftft* ajorel»nd goj te A B represents fence; C the stile, which is calculated only to keep adult stock out. Small stock can pass in and out freely, but grown cows will have curvature of the spine if they try it. ****** A Chicago traveling man in the sleeping car this morning was saying that he nearct Sir Edwin Arnold read a few weeks ago. "I'd read his works off and on for some years, and I thought i would like to hear him argue in public," said ne. "I suppose he is a great big poet, but when it comes to speaking in public, give me .lenme O'Neil Potter. Sir Edwin hasn't got the technique that Potter has. He rends from the book, and just as he strike.4 an impassioned passage and his whiskers are tossed about with emotion tie loses his place and says "Dinah" till ho i-an get onto it again. "Now that's no way to live. Sir Edwin can write out of sight, but some of nis gestures on the stage are very tart. He is not in it with Potter at all, my boy, ami he wets his thumb when he turns the leaves. ' "No one, mind you. ever wrote more stuff that hail thrill and grandeur in it than Sir Edwin, but some of his gestures bend the wrong way. Now when Potter gives that piece called 'How Salvator Won, and comes on s in jockey clothes, the house just howls. Nobody can help it. But Sir Edwin does not dress the part at all. He wears the same clothes in the 'Light of Asia' that he does as the Hajput nurse. Now that's no way to do with people that pay a dollar aud a half to hear him, 1 say. He does not even take off Uis whiskers while he rends the 'Rajput Nurse,' "My opinion is that we are too easily pleased with titled people here in this country. Sir Edwin Arnold is a good man und writes as good a poem as anybody 1 know, but when he appears m publio as a reader along side of such talent as you and Miss Potter, and at Whether her majesty did not understand th» meaning of the word "excerpt," and therefore cruelly misjudged my meaning, or was unable to obtain a chaperon in time, 1 do not know, but suffice it to say that the royal fungus is growing rank on my still unanswered Billie Do. *»»*** 1 saw a very sad man yesterday on the cars as 1 rode west. There were scalding teara in every tone, and his chin quivered like a horse's lip. His name was Brown, he said, generally called Flamingo Brown, because of a long, wavy neck he had, which struck me as the longest, ruddiest sweep of undulating neck and aquiline Adam's apple that I had ever seen. Flamingo Brown told me that he was on his way to Dwight. Ilia., and in order to give the Keeley cure-a good, honest trial he said he should enter the institute in a beastly state of intoxication. He had a pretty fair start already, and some of his longest words flew to my head in a very short time. "1 was not always thus," said Flamingo Brown, uncoiling his neck from around his scarfpin and swallowing an imaginary dumbbell so that you could hear it in the next car. Then he sobbed a little on the back of the seat, meantime feeling blindly about in Ms pockets for a handkerchief which he did not have. 1 felt sorry for him and gave him an extra which 1 wear in my overcoat pocket for looks entirely. It is one 1 bought at the Bon Marche, in Paris, paving for it three francs and a pour boir. You cannot do anything in Paris without a pour boir. When 1 called on Uavnot 1 sent in my card and a pour and never saw either of them i*. J might h&ve knew tha« ha ,.„___, But he only jbked ine about it and did, not offer tb fight, aa 1 feared h* wtfmcu He was not, of the fighting Wit&' H© •was going away, soon, and so ho saw we ittmld part friendly. We would go tt^^ to Ella's and spend the evening and eat a watermelon with.her before he weht away* perhaps forever, "We did eat watermelon, i am espa- dally fond of watermelon, Georgians-. ; all like watermelons. 1 only remember eating the third piece of this special melon, and then of walking over to- Ella's father, a man with a full head of whiskers of which he was very proud and which saved him eight dollars a. year in neckties. I just dimly remem- , ber taking half a melon and shampooing 1 his head, face und beard with it. Why I did it I know not. It was not like meat all. "1 knew no more till the next day. I woke up with a sense of shame, and my head, which had always before been perfectly free from everything, pained me a good deal and seemed to jut out over my ears like a toadstool. "A policeman said that the hair of the- dog would sometimes cure the bite, and so 1 took for the first time what is called a cocktail. It worked like magic. I took yet another. "1 neglected my temperance work- and gave myself up to curing the bite by means of the hair of the same dog. When 1 go by the house now Ella's children laugh at me and jeer me, and their papa, who invited me to the watermelon debauch, does not chide them. "What was in that watermelon I do- not know, but it was good. In Georgia they have a way of threading a staring through the curl of a watermelon as it grows on the vinea Then they put the- end of the string into a bottle of spirits. This they call 'feeding' a watermelon. The melon knows when it has got enough, and so does not become boisterous; but say, if you think it does not act ou the cerebral tissues of a fresh young being like 1 was, you do not know so much as one would think to see- you with your hat off. "Write to me while I am at Dwight. 1 shall be lonely, no doubt. Send me some of your pieces. I shall be glad to read most anything. Address Flamingo- Brown, Dwight, Ula" He then called p. is dog and without other luggage got uii' at Dwight, JDls. boir again. Flamingo Brown after awhile dried hia tears in a measure, also in my new handkerchief, and then he told me his story. Possibly you too, gentle reader, may care to hear it. He said: "I was a temperance lecturer in Georgia all my early life. It was easy for me to be temperate, for I did not like ruin, and so temperance with me was not a hardship. It was a good job. It was a pleasure and a profit. 1 can see now that 1 wasn't entitled to so much glory as 1 thought 1 was. Scene—Lonely mansion in suburbs. Time—12:15 a. m. Housebreaker—Excuse me, mum, for interruptin yer, but if yer intend a-goin ter bed I wish yer'd go. Time is precious, an me an iny pal has got two other jobs on han tonight when we gets through here.—Life. A Young Special Pleader. A certain Washington avenue merchant is father to a very bright boy aot quite five years old. Several weeks ago the youngster passed through a siege of, the mumps. After his recovery prudence compelled his confinement to the house a few days, but he grew very restive. One day he saw'his little companions playing outside and put in a plea to join them; he wanted to get some fresh air, he said. "Then raise the window, dear,' said his mother. The window, by the way, was protected by a screen. "Mother," said the little lad reproachfully, "how much good do you suppose- strained air will do a boy like me?"—St, Louis Chronicle. 1 M: ltd* the same price. 1 say it is discriminating against o»r own industries." Possibly this is true. Yet, working as we do together iu the great field of m- arature. and trying as best we may to advance and elevate the tastes and aspi- •atioim of mankind. I would hardly wish to criticise tbe methods or gestures of Sir Edwin. I know only tpo well how Jong it takes to get a goo4 set of gestures together. It caooot be 49»* &t ouce. ISven when we do BO, o&9*9 of them and tit them going fthtad of u» later on, FLAMINGO BHOWS'S 6TO8X-. "Alas! 1 bad an enemy—a rival, Mr. jj Ye -. a godless young man who liked to take wine at times, and yet withal was not intentionally bad. He seemed, however, to resent my earnest work in tlie temperance Held because, he said, 1 knew nothing about intemperance except what 1 b»4 read in bo P k fv^*J*> oftentimes he told me i ought to keep off the grsss and talk about tUmga «P° n which I was informed, if »*0b a tfcing could be, f«jn4 tiwwgb, fee wa»t col- Dldu't Quito Understand. Mr. Hulme tells a good story of the late Sir John Orarapton, our minister at Washington, who sent his carriage to be repaired. When he went to see how the work had been done he was surprised to see several other carriages decorated with his arms. The coaohmaker ex-, plained, "When your carriage was here some of our citrons saw it and liked the pattern on it, and reckoned they vrouW have it painted ou theirs as well. T&m. is as good as the newly rich merchant 1 who wrote to a stationer for.his crest. He was sent a choice of two crests, and liked them both so well that he put one on his carriage and the other on Jus notepaper.—Saturday Review, A TliougUtful Friend. Mother—That is a handsome piece of bronze you have selected for Miss tfapg- up's wedding present; but why do you leave on the price mark? . Daughter—The hronze is very heavy, and 1 do not want the dear girl to injwe. herself carrying it around to toe. Storey to find out what it cost,—'New """ Weekly. ' She Attended to Tft»t. Brown— Say, Jones, when you* late at night don't you always w&keyom wife? Jones (promptly)— Never, do you manage it? Jones (with a sigh)-! do»t have Detroit Free Press.