ON ANOTHER ERRAND. A Ludicrous Iiirl.lrut nr a Vermont 1'astnr's Knrly L,lf. A Vermont Baptist minister who is not too eruvo and dignified to enjoy n good joke, even when it is on himself, narrates a ludicrous incident of his early life. Soon after being settled over a now congregation, he ono day received a note asking him to be at iiomo that evening at eight o'clock. The writer added that ho was intend ing to bo married at that hour, and would call at the parsonage-with hla bride. It was but a few minutes beforo eight o'clock when tho door-bell rang, and a moment later tho servant an nounced Unit a young couple awaited the minister in tho parlor. Going down into the parlor, accom panied by his wife, tho pastor found a neatly-dressed, intelligent appearing1 young man and a bright-looking young woman, who roso to rcceivo him. 'I am Mr. Homer." said tho young man. "and this is Miss Cross." Having another engagement for tho evening, tho minister said, immediate ly: "l received your note this morning, and we will proceed with tho ceromony at once. Please join your right hands." In great bewilderment, which tho minister mistook for natural embar rassment, tho young couplo timidly clasped hands, and tho ceromony was about to begin when tho young man said: "I we what ceremony is it?" "W hy, tho ceremony of marriage, of course." "O-o-o-h!" shrieked tho young lady, withdrawing her hand, and covering her face with a handkerchief. "I don't understand this at all." said the young man. sharply. "Wo came horo simply as a committee from tho Young People's Society of the Metho dist church to ask you and your wife to bo present at a public entertainment we aro about to give, and " It was now tho minister's turn to say "O-o-o-h!" and ho said it in genuine astonishment at the very moment that tho maid ushered in tho young couplo who had "matrimonial intentions." The mistake evidently started the first young couple into now lines of thought, for, a year later, their own pastor being ill, thoy called upon the Baptist pastor, and did not protest that ho was going too far when he asked them to join hands. Youth's Compan ion. THE CHIVALROUS KNIGHTS. They Were Without Question tho Worst IMllS 111 till! ltOX. Tho chivalrous knights who came over with tho Conquoror, tho nobles who fought at Neville's Cross, and Crccy, and Agincourt, wore, for the most part, tho merciless tyratus of their serfs and dopondonts. Sordid rapacity kept pace with roekioss pro fusion, and in tho arbitrary exercise of their feudal rights thoy shrank from no form of oppressivo cruelty. Their brutalities would have disgraced a Jonathan Wild, and thoir crimes would seem scandalous in tho Newgate calen dar. To do thorn justice, thoy wore as hard on thoir equals as on their in feriors, though, from a point of perhaps egotistical punctilio, thoy spared their equals the dishonor of actual torture. The captive had neither comfort nor mercy to oxpoct till ho paid his ransom or was rescued by his frionds. What stories of slow misery in the very shadow of death might be told by tho dungeons that may still bo seen beneath the foundations of such castles as Wark worth or Ken II wortli! There the woll-nurtured knight, liko Datnian do Lacy in "Tho Bo trothed," shackled and ironed, al though there was no possibility of es cape, was doomed to solitary seclusion on tho coarsest and scantiest food. Fettered in the damp and tho darkness among loathsome creeping things, he drow breath with difficulty in tho foul est air; and it was fortunato for him that, liko tho cold-blooded toads, which wero his fellow-prisoners, undeveloped sensibilities saved him from insanity. The only access to thoso loathsome oubllottes was, as at Warkworth, through tho trap-door oponing in the roof. What nui3t have boon tho tone of mind of tho chivalrous lord of the castle who could feast and carouso in tho banquet hall above stairs with such horrors and such suffering beneath his feot! But what between hard lighting, freo feasting, and doop drinking, tho nobles of tho mlddlo ages seem to have kept consclonco at arm's length, as thoy had become absolutoly indifforont to tho sufferings of thoir fellow-crea-turos. There woro raro oxcoptions to provo tho rule. Somo princes and woalthy noblos woro piously incllnod and munificont Thoy gave llborally in thoir lifo-timos and made magnifi cent ecclesiastical foundations. Black wood's Magazine m m IT New York's Woman Cobbler. Tho only woman cobblor in tho Uni ted States' is Mrs. Gill, who has a lit tlo shop at No. 275 Mulberry street. Now York, a locality that is far from being fushionablo. A reporter who visited it 3iiy& that it did not differ from other cobbler stalls, except thai it was oxtromoly tidy. Sho was born beside tho last, hor father having been a shoemaker of Northampton. Kngland, and when sho was only fourteen years of ago sho inado a pair of shoes for hor jnothor, and when hor father came to this country sho worked in New En ,A,land factories. Sho, however, got tired of tho slaving of tho factory, and when sho had saved up a little money, opened up a llttlo shop. Of lato yean she has not inado, but monded shoes, and found that it could bodono quicker and paid bettor. Chicago Shoo and ! Leather ltouord. AUTOMATIC AIR BRAKES. i Something Aliout thx Principles Oovern Inc Its Application. , Under tho middle of tho car tho or dinary pull rod of the old hand brake I is cut and two lovers aro inserted. Ono lover is connected with tho brake cylin der and tho other with tho piston, which slides in that cylinder. When air is admitted to tho cylinder tho piston is drlvon out, and the brakes are applied exactly as thoy would be were the chains wound up by turning tho hand wheels. Air is supplied to the brnko cylinder from tho reservoir to it, in which tho pressure is main tained by tho action of an air com pressing pump, placed on ono side of the locomotive. The pump fills tho main reservoir on the engine, and also tho car reservoirs, by means of the train pipe, which extends under all the cars. When the brakes aro oil there is full pressure of air in all of tho ear reservoirs and train pipes. It is a re duction of tho pressure in tho train pipes which causes tho brakes to bo applied. This fact must bo borno in mind, for it is on this principle that the automatic action of tho brakes do ponds. If a train parts, or if tho air leaks out of the train pipe, tho brake goes on. This automatic principle is a vital one in most safety appliances, and it is secured in tho case of tho air brako by ono of the most ingenious liltlo devices that man over contrived that is. tho triplo valve which is placed in tho piping system between tho brake cylinder and tho car reser voir. This triplo valvo has passages to tho brako cylinder, to the car reser voir, to tho train pipe and to the at mosphere. Which of these passages are opon and which are closed depends upon the position of a piston inside of tho triplo valve, and tho position of that piston is determined by tho differ ence in air pressuro on either side of it. Thus, when tho pressuro in the train pipe is greater than that in the car reservoir, tho triplo valvo piston is forced over, say to tho left, a com munication is opened from tho train pipe to tho car reservoir, and tho air pressuro in tho latter is restored from tho main reservoir on tho locomotive. At tho same timo a passage is opened from tho brako cylinder to the atmos phere, tho compressed air escapos, tho brake piston is driven back by a spring and the brakes aro released. II. G. Prout, in Scribiier's Magazine. A BARBARIC FASHION. ("rusrtiln AgiitiKt tht' I'll gun Cnstunin ol M curing; Mourning Giiriiimitx. A number of English women of high standing in society havo begun a cru sade against the mourning garments which the customs of times com pel them to wear. They aro not pio neers in this undertaking. Several times beforo assaults havo been made upon tho pagan and barbaric faction of loading women down with crepo and sombre robes of black when death overtakes any ono near or dear to them. Thoir predecessors in the ad vocacy of this reform have had little success. Why should a woman mako herself hideous and miserable by means of overwhelming veils and funeral trap pings? O. suy tho dofendors of this relic of barbarism, women wear mourn ing because in thorn tho emotions of sorrow aro stronger and deeper than in men, and tho outward garb of woe is the symbol of griof they feel within. Here and thoro a woman of hysterical bont may persuade herself that she is grieving more becauso sho has on a four-ply crepe veil and a bonnet the shape, color and woight of a coal scut tle, but if tho rule of socioty that a woman must iudicato her grief by the immensity and inkiuess of her clothes wero abolished, wo boliovo tho great majority of women would, gladly lly to healthier and less hideous attire. It is fashion, that silly and cruol tyrant, that decrees tho weakor sex shall bo tormonted with reminders of thoir bereavements in their dress. No matter how ugly, how harmful, or how ridiculous a thing may bo, if fashion says it is to be dono it is dono without question or complaint by nine-tenths of the women in tho civilized world. So mourning will continue to bo worn in its exaggerated form in spito of all tho crusades tho minority of sensible women may wage against it. If men had to sharo tho pains and inconvon lonces of mourning thero would bo a radical roform at once. Men escape almost scot froo, howovor, and women alone must harvest tho aftermath of death. Pittsburgh Dispatch. A Table Made from Corpses. In tho Patti Palaco at Florence is a table which, for originality In tho mat ter of conception and construction, is probably without a rival. It was mado by Giuseppe Sagatti, who passod sov ?ral years of his llfo In Its manufac ture To tho casual obsorver It given tho improssion of a curious mosaic of marbles of different shades and colors, for it looks liko a polished stone. In real ity it is composed of human muscles and viscera. No less than ono hundred hu man bodlos woro used in its construction. The table Is round and about a yard in iiamotor, with a pedestal and four 3lawed feot. tho whole being formed of petrified human remains. Tho orna ments of tho pedestal aro mado from the intestines; tho claws, from hearts, livers and lungs, the natural colors of which aro preserved. Tho table top is instructed of muscles artistically ar ranged, nnd it is bordered with upward af ono hundred human oyes, tho effect of which is said to bo startling. The bodios woro obtained from hospitals and potrHlod with mineral salts. St. Louis Ucsubllui. OVER AND OVER AGAINr Over and over again My duties wait for me, Tucy ever couie In monotonous round Hreakfast and dinner and tea. Smoothing tho snow-whlto clothes. Sweeping and dusting with cure There is over somo task in my little homt To brlchtcn it everywhere. What may I claim for my duties' fee? Are theso endless rounds of tasks to b Naught but a dull monotony, Over and over again? Over and over again Tho sun sinks low in tho west. And always over nnd over nguln Tho birds come back to tho nest. Tho robin sings to his loving mate. Close, close to mv cottage door, Tho same glad song I have hoard him sins For many a day before. What does the robin say to me! If the heart Is tuned to love's glad key. No task can bo dull monotony, Though over und over again. Adn S. Sherwood. In Good Housekeeping. MRS. MOLL'S AILMENTS. Sho Was Finally Curod In a Vory Livoly Manner. Mrs. Robecca Moll was ono of thoso unfortunate women who aro always "allln'." Sho was uever freo from n "misery" of somo kind and nover know what it was to soo "a well day." Her conversation chiefly roforred to. the diseases sho was suffering from, thoso she had had. and thoso sho ex pected to havo. She always spoko in a plaintive and dejected fittlo whino, but at tho samo tlmo wished it to bo understood that sho was quite rosignetl to hor fate, Sho was suro that sho had suffered from most of tho mala dies common to humanity, and warm ly resonted the idea that any ono had had moro dlsoases than sho. Sho loved to dwell upon tho many times that "four doctors had glvon hor up," and whon It was confidently sup posed that "ovory breath would bo hor last." It might, howovor, havo puzzled hor to givo the oxact datos of thoso trying occasions. Certainly thoy had not been within the remom branco of somo of hor frionds who had known hor twonty-llvo years. Thoso friends wero, indocd, some what skeptical in regard to tho gonu Inencss of Mrs. Hobocca Moll's mala dies. Thoy doubted hor oft-ropoated statement that sho had had tho small pox, tho gonuino Asiatic cholora, tho yellow fovor, a distinct shock of par alysis and all tho fevers over heard of. They did not boliovo that hor loft lung was "clean gone," or that sho evor recovered from a combined at tack of typhoid fovor, diphtheria, congestion of tho lungs and black measles. Ono roason for their doubts regard ing this last statomont was that it was proved that on the day following that on which all theso diseases woro at thoir height, Mrs. Moll had walked threo milos to a quilting; but when reminded of this fact sho said, calmly: "Somo folks git over sicknoss quick er'n others, and I'm ono of that kind." It was not uncommon for Mrs. Moll to be "breathing hor last" ono day, and enjoying a cup of tea at tho house of a neighbor a milo distant on tho next. Tho easo and grace with which sho took on and throw off disoaso was a matter of surprise to hor frionds and of satisfaction to horsolf. Thoro was onoporson, howovor, who had firm faith in tho genuinoness of all Mrs. Moll's maladies, and that por soii was hor pationt and affectlonato husband, Mr. Pliny Moll. "What my Becky has ondoored no ono but mo and her knows, " ho often said, earnestly. "Many an' a-many's tho timo I've set by her sick bodsido an' said to mysolf: 'Is sho a-breathin' or ain't sho a-broathin'?' and 1'vo riz to my foot thlnkin' I was a widow man this time yes, sir. An' ag'in whon sho's boon sottin' right in hor chair I'vo looked at her an' said: 'You doad, Becky Moll?' an' when she'd say, so feoblo liko: 'I ain't quite. Pliny,' I'vo said to myself: 'Well, it won't bo long 'foroyou will be, Becky Moll, If you ain't bettor right forthwith an' faster.' " So good Mr. Moll boro in patienco tho inconvonlonces to which Mrs. Moll's many suddon and acuto attack3 and unending allings subjected him. As thoy kept no sorvant, great domes tic confusion rosulted whon, as was froquontly the case, Mrs. Moll had to bo almost carried to bed from tho broakfast table, loaving Mr. Moll to wash tho dishes and attond to other do mestic duties. But Mr. Moll mado no complaint Ho would go to work pn tlontly and somotimos tearfully saying: "Poor Becky! poor Becky! it's a sight hardor on hor than it is on mo." Ono day Mrs. Moll wont to bed, and did not get up again as tho days and weeks woro on. "I shall novor got up ngaln. Pliny," she said to hor husband, "I'm dono for. I don' scorn to havo tho first mlto of stron'th, an' I'vo a kind of a fcolln' of goneness all tho time. Thoro's somethin' tho matter of my back an' chlst an' it nin't long I'll bo a burdon to you." Old Dr. Philbrlck was callod. Ho seemed unable to undorstand tho caio of Mrs. Moll, but told hor anxious hus band that ho'd "havo hor around in u few days." "No, you won't," said Mrs. Moll, roaolutoly, as sho camo out of tho stu por into which sho scorned to havo fallen. "Pliny might as well bo mado to understand tho truth, doctor, an' it can't bo kept from we.'" Doctor Philbrlck did not havo Mrs. Moll around as ho jaodictcd. Ho camo again and again, and scomod at last to bo greatly puzzled ovor tho case. "Seems as though sho'd rooly ought to git somo stron'th," aald Pliny to tho doctor. "Her appotlto ain't failed hor yet; sho cata moro'a 1 do'1 "Pliny Moll, that nin't sat" cried fiTs wlfo, indignnn'.ly. During hor hus band's nbsonco from tho room Mrs. Moll had been telling tho doctor that It gave her pain to swallow any thing t all, nnd that sho didn't eat enough to keep a bird alive. An elderly rolatlvo o f Sir. Moll's callod "Aunt 'Cindy" had by this timo been installed a9 housokcoper and nurse to Mrs. Moll, who steadily grow worso and now gavo dally in structions in to liow her funeral should bo conducted and what Pliny should do whon sho was gone. Theso details always left Pliny very much dejected, and ono day ho said, desperately and tearfully: "You shan't go 'long ns any thing kin bo dono for you that ain't boon done. An' there's got to bo a consultation over you, Becky." "It won't do no good," said Mrs. Moll, firmly; "all tho doctors In crea tion couldn't toll what's tho matter of mo. It's ono of them cases tho modlcal porfosslon ain't got up to yot, and thoro ain't no cure for it." Nevertheless, Mr. Moll determined to havo a consultation, particularly as old Dr. Philbrlck thought It advisable to do so. "i'vo dono all I can do, Mr. Moll," ho said; "I've bled her and blistered her and poulticed hor, and given her a great deal and a groat variety of medicine, and yot sho Is no hotter. I really think thoro should bo n consultation.-' Dr. Philbrlck bolongcd to a class of rural physicians fast becoming ox tinct. Ho failed to keop pace with tho age, and sneorod at all tho dto covcrios of modern medical scienco. His romedios woro mostly of his own manufacture, and ho bled and blistered his pntionts until nothing but thoir iron constitutions and tho tonality with which thoy clung to lifo kopt them allvo through a course of his treatment. Dr. Poovy and Dr. Hobbson lived in ndjoining villages. Thoy woro oldorly doctors in full sympathy with tho Phllbrick mothods of treatment, and Mrs Moll's situation certainly seemed dangerous whon theso threo wise acres camo together in consultation ovor hor case. "You'vo blod hor, I reckon?" said Dr. Poovy. while tying his horso In front of Mr. Moll's houso. "Yes, half a dozen tlmos." roplied Dr. Philbrlck, who had como out of tho houso to meet his conforreos. "And bllstored hor?" asked Dr. Hobbson, who had ridden up with Dr. Pcovy. "Yes, yes; timo and again," roplied Dr. Philbrlck. It was now Juno, nnd Mrs. Moll had kopt hor bod steadily for so long a tmo that even tho uncharitablo noiglibors began to think that thoro "reoly was something the matter of Becky Moll," and great intorost was folt in tho caso throughout tho neigh borhood. Mrs. Moll seemed to enjoy tho pros poet of a consultation ovor hor caso. It was a distinction and privllogo sho had novor yot oujoyed, ovon though sho had lived "with one foot in tho grave" most of hor life. But sho was firm in tho conviction that tho consultation would amount to nothing eo far as hor recovery was concerned. "It's mostly to please Pliny, poor man, that I'vo consented to tho con sultation," sho said. know that forty dozon consultations wouldn't euro me. i'vo had so many dlsoases my systom Is all woro out and I ain't a mlto o' stron'th left, I'vo ondoored all ono poro human framo kin ondoor, and I'm convlncod that I'vo got an in curable complaint now. My grnnd mothor's aunt lay in bod two years, just as I'm doin', 'foro sho died, and Pliny had a second cousin go off jist as I'm goin', and nobody knowed what ailded him. It runs in tho family and thoro's no uso fightln' ag'in it If I llvo through tho consul tation it's 'bout all 1 expect to do." Sho rocoivod tho threo doctors with stoical calmness, and ropliod to all their questions in a mook and feoblo voico. "Ploaeo put out your tonguo, ma'am," said Dr. Pcovy, whllo Dr. Hobbson folf hor pulse, with his oyos fixed on his immense sllvor watch. Then Mrs. Moll was put through such ,v long catochlsm of questions, and subjected to such a thumping of tho chest and pounding of tfio back that hor "foe bio Btron'th" was subject ed to a sovoro strain. Tho examina tion oS the patient lasted for a full hour, and then tho trio of physicians withdrew to consult togothor. "Supposing wo walk out into tho orchard, Brothor Poovy," suggested Dr. Philbrlck. "I'm afraid tho mur mur of our voices will mako tho pa tient nervous, as sho's in tho next room. It 'pears to mo liko a mighty sorious caso." "Sho doos soom to bo pretty bad of," acquiesced Dr. Poovy, as ho put on his hat in accordance with Dr. Phil brick's suggestion that tho consulta tion be held In the coolnoss and still ness of tho old orchard, a short dis tance in tho roar of tho houso. No soor.or wero tho doctors out of tho houso than Mrs. Moll called Aunt 'Cindy. And Aunt 'Cindy appoarcd. "Whoro's Pliny?" asked Mrs. Moll. "I soo him goin' out toward tho moddor lot whon tho doctors como," replied Aunt 'Cindy. "Ho scorned to bo too worried and onoasy to stay in tho houso whllo this horo powwow was goin' on. He's boon liko a fish out of water ovor sonco ho know it was goin' to be." "Poro man. poro man!" said Mrs. Moll. "It'll bo hard on him to give mo up, but he's got to do it. My stron'th Is goTiT" faster and faster very day. I wlsht you'd tell Pliny I want him. and thor. I'd liko you to mnko mo somo b'lled npplo dumplin's and b'llo mo a plcco of cabbage. I'm 3o fagged out I've got to havo somo thln' nourifhin' for dinner." Thero stood in tho meadow lot a sol itary oak tree, to tho shade of which Pliny always wlthdrow when ho was in tho mood for solitary reflection, and ho always camo thither in his hours of deepest dejection. He seemed to find sympathy and strength in the sho'tering arms of the oak tree, and it had been told all the joys and sorrows of his life. Tho good man was almost beside himself on this bright and peaceful Juno day. Thero was something so ominous in the presence of those three grave and gloomy-faced doctors that Mr. Moll could not stav under tho same roof with them, and he had lied to tho oak tree to remain thoro until they had gone. Novor had ho been moro depressed In regard to Mrs. Moll. "I'm afeerd they'll do hor no good," ho said, with his handkerchief to his eyes as ho lay under tho branches of the tree. "Nothing but a maraclo will help Becky now, and tho ago of uiara c'.es is gone. Poor Becky!" and llttlo Mr. Moll was weeping softly in his red cotton handkorchlof whon Aunt 'Cindy found him. Aunt 'Cindy was a woman of no llt tlo force of character, and sho thought that thero woro not many occasions when a man was justified In giving way to tears. Sho certainly did not regard this as one of thoso raro occa sions, thereforo sho said, sharply: "Well. Pliny Moll, you ain't bellorin'P What for? If thoro's any thing to cry for 1 ain't seen it nor ylt heored It!" "O 'Cindy!" was all Pliny said in roply to this. "What do they say 'bout Becky. Has she lived through it?" "Well, sho's ahvo enough to want cabbage and dumplin's for dinner, so I reckon thoro's a Utile vitality left Tho doctors aro powwowln1 out In tho orchard, and Becky wants you." Aunt 'Cindy had not como dlroctly from tho houso to tho meadow. She had stopped at tho barn to soo if sho could find somo now-laid oggs for the pudding sho intonded making for din ner; then she had stopped to dig open a hill of early potatoos to see if thoy woro likely to bo largo enough for a Fourth-of-.fuly dinner, eo that somo llttlo time had elapsed since sho loft tho houso. "You'd hotter como right In," sho continued to Mr. Moll, "and If I was you, Pliny Moll, I'd for tho land's sake!" Aunt 'Cindy had suddenly thrown up both arms, and sho clappod her hands togothor as she cried out: "Tho house is on lire, as suro as I'm a llvln' woman!" Mr. .Moll roso to hfs foot with a hound, and ran madly after the fleeing Aunt 'Cindy. Thoy mot tho doctors at tho back gate, and all ran into tho houo, Mr. Moll crying out: "She'll bo scared and burned to death! Git Bocky out first thing! Wo'ro comln', Bocky! Keep ca'm we'll save you!" Tho wholo party rushod Into tho front hall of tho houso, and there thoy behold a singular and unexpected sight It was Mrs. Moll half-way down-stairs with a huge foathor-bod on hor back! "Becky Moll!" gasped hor amnzod husband. "Why, Bocky. you'll" "Now don't you loso your wits at a time whon you need 'em tho most, Pliny," said .Mrs. Moll, sharply. "I'll manago this foathor-bod, and you go up and bogin throwln' things out of tho winders. Don't you forglt my black silk dross. You doctors bettor pull up tho carpets, and 'Cindy, you git my gold band chany tea-sot out all right I'll como back and 'tend to my Bilvor spoons and forks soon as I got this now feather-bed out. Fly around, all of you! Thero uin't no tlmo to loso!" During tho noxt flftcon minutes no ono "How around" fnstor than Mrs. Becky Moll, notwithstanding tho fact tli'it sho was still clad in a long, whlto nightdress, with her feot thrust Into a pair of Pliny's old carpet sllppors. After carrying tho foathor-bod across tho road, and pitching It ovor tho fence of a fiold In front of tho houso, sho ran back and personally dlroctod tho moving of tho othor things in tho burning houso. "Got my winter cloak, Pliny," sho shouted up tho stnlrs. "It's bran now. and It's got to do mo flvo years ylt! Hero, Dr. Philbrlck, you and Dr. Poovy carry out tho parlor sofy! 'Cindy. 'Cindy, fly around! Got ov'ry thing out of tho pantry!" Whon tho nearest nolghbora arrived tho wholo second story of tho houso was in flames, and it was unsafe to entor tho lower part. Mrs. Moll had boon tho last to loavo. Sho camo rushing out with a family holrloom u big bluo-edgod plattor In ono hand and a powtor toapot In tho othor. Car rying them to a placo of safety, she climbed ovor tho fence and dropped down on tho feathur-bed, saying as she did so: "Pliny, bring mo a quilt or Homo thing to throw over mo! I look Hcand' lous! I'm afoord this' 11 givo mo an nwlul back sot! Well. Dr. Philbrlck, what do you make out is the matter of me?" "Thoro ain't nothing tho matter of you. Bocky Moll; that's what thoro ain't!" said Dr. Philbrlck. tartly, us ho mopped tho perspiration from his crimson brow. "Ain't tbut ho, Dr. Pcovy?" "Yet, it is," said Dr. Peovy, briefly, a bo fathered uu his suddlo-bus. that gal. llo an' tho kid took to oneh othor right off an' tho kid's father was suro glad to soo any ono that looked liko n man, so they struck up an ac quaintance an' Joo managed to pull over to tho Lono Star station two or threo tlmos a month. Joo used to toll the boys 'bout tho kid, an' thoy laughed to seo how much ho thought o' hor. an ono or two of 'em ovon sneaked down to tho Lono Star to seo tho gal an talked as much about her as Joo did after that "Well, strangor, to saw off myynrn, whon Joo went down to tho Lono Star tho last timo ho saw a tough stato o things. Tho sheep was gono nnd tho dog with 'em, while insldo tho shack the kid's father was stretched out on tho floor, stone dead. Tho gal horsell was snuggled up to him on Ills breast, sound asloop. Of courso. Joo was just a human boln' an' whon ho saw tho llt tlo Innocent chit cuddled down by hor dead pa ho probably split a fow tours I don't know as anyone could blamo him, do you? Joo just took tho llttlo ono In his arms an' rodo ovor to Min gorsvllle an' told Burton (Smith's foreman) what had happened. Bur ton sent swuo men up to the station an' they burled tho kid's fathor whllo Joo brought tho kid to tho ranch. You can bet the P. K. boys mado n mighty sight of fuss ovor hor. Sho became a reg'lar pot, an' as I said bo fore, was known all ovor tho country as "Joe's kid." "After a year or two tho old man made up his mind to solid a drove of likely bronchos 'cross country to soil In the North Dakoty sottlomonts, nn Joo was tho feller ho put in chargo o! the herd. Would you boliovo It, just as thoy woro startln' nothtn would do but tho kid must go 'long, too! Sho put hor arms 'round Joo'a nock an' bogged so hard that Joo. couldn't do nothln' but take hor. Tho old man kicked a llttlo, but tho kid generally did what sho wanted to in that ranch an' so sho wont along. Thoy had great times on that trip. Tho kid was rldln' with Joo all tho time. Thoy swam tho llttlo Missouri together, chased bronchos nnd had great rides, tho kid bavin' moro fun than anybody. "Well, thoy rounded up at Skytown an' commenced sollln' out It didn't tako vory long, for tho peoplo wanted horses bnd, an' Joo sold tho cattlo cheap an' broko 'oin, to boot. Whon they had 'bout half tho herd loft a chap camo along an' wanted to buy tho toughost broncho In tho herd a great big, handsome buckskin, tho fiercest devil In tho lot always lod tho hord whon It mado a break, an' it any horso ovor jumped tho corral or tore it down, or undo 'om any troublo, you could lay heavy It was that big buckskin. Joo was glad to sell tho brute, though ho 'lowed ho'd havo n tough tlmo broakln' him. "Joo corralled all tho horsos, than ho an' his partnor jumped In among 'om swingin' tho ond of a lariat 'round their heads to keop tho wild dovlla from trompin' 'om. Ono o' tho boys opened tho corral gato an' allowed tho horsos to go through a fow at a tlmo, whllo Joo switched his rope in front of old buckskin nn' kopt him in, an' when all tho horsos wore out but him they shut the gato an' Joo bo gnu tho broakln' act. Ho took hla lariat an' got into tho pon whoro buckskin was klckin' an' pawin' at u groat rate, thon ho throw tho ropo an' it sottlod ovor tho broncho's neck. Joe drow It taut just bohlnd tho oars an' tho othor two fellers hopped in an got hold of tho ropo. Tho idoo was to choke tho horso till ho was protty weak, thon trip him up, tlo his loga an' bailor him. Thoy got him down all right an' Joo's partnor got hla knee on tho broncho's neck. Joo turned around to fix anotlior ropo with which to haltor tho foot whon his partnor callod out: 'Joo!' an' Joo turned around an' saw tho kid stand in' right by tho buckskin's lieols. Ho dropped tho ropo and started towards hor, but his partnor folt tho horso begin to struggle and jumped from his neck to got hor hlmsolf. This loft old buckskin freo nn' he kicked out with his hind legs and was on his foot in a socond. His cruel hoofs struck tho kid an' sho foil down without u cy. Tho broncho jumped tho fonco an' skurrlod off to join tho rest of tho hord out on tho pralrlo. And Joot I don't think any follor ovor took on tho way ho did. Ho picked up tho kid an' sho died in his arms. What a sight sho was! Her yallor curls woro all dabblod In blood that flowed from an ugly wound In hor forohoad. Hor bluo oyos woro half closod an' sho put hor arms 'round Joo'b nock an' tried to kiss him beforo sho died. Joo cried liko a woman an' carried hor Into Sky town In his nrms. Thoy mado u llttlo coffin for hor an' Joo brought hor out hero an' burled hor." Tho rancher's volco grow husky and somo moro toars coursod down hla chook. "That's about all thoro Is to thiB story, Btrangor. 'Taint much of a yarn, but Joo Hogor'a loved that llttlo girl moro'n uny thing olso In tho world an' I ought to know, causo I'm Joo Hogors himself!" Without anotlior word ho walked hastily to his horso, mountod and gul loped away. I watched him until ho dlsappoarod bohlnd tho troos. Will lam Wallace Cook, in Detroit Freo Press. - A London author has written thirty novels in throo yoars. This bouts tho rocord of any living man, but tho writer's enormous labor has brought him only $1,000. A Homo girl sont a lottor to an old llamo tho othor duy and tho unkind inuti lit tho gus with It Homo (lix) SuntiuuL