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1 or more tuan two bouix, but were still far from their journey's end; nevertheless, they «outinued on, speaking but seldom, and then only to encournge each other. “M. te Cure," cr ed Antoine suddenly, “1 have forgotten to bring my water gourd." “And 1 Inine," replied tbe cure in a tone ol ragreL “What an uuprudence! W«U, we LOST IN THE SNOW If c The man seised with both bands the heavy iron knocker andbrought it down with all his strength upon tbe panel of the door. Tbe eoumi rolled and reverberated through tbe corridor», repeated by tbe echo, until at last, growing fainter and fainter, it died away al together. A light almost immediately ap peared behind the glasses of tbe lower story, and a boar*» voice cried through the wickets: “Who goes mere? Who dares to knock at such an bourF’ - “II isn’t you I want. Demoiselle Victoire," the applicant responded, evaleutly accus tomed to these brusque receptions. At this moment the window above them opened ami tbe venerable figure of the cure of Montcemin leaned from tbe casement •‘What do you want, Favel T he a»ked in astonishment. But the Demoiselle Victoire bad already turned the key in the lock, and tbe visitor, having entered, was ushered at once into tbe parsonage kitchen, where tbe embers of a fire on the hearth still gave out a gentle warmth. In the chamber above tbe cure was putting on bis wadded coat and cassock preparatory to coming down. The Abbe Broex, cure of Montcernin, was a man perbaje 60 years of age, tali of stature, muscular of limb, and with an appearauce of rugged health and strength. For more than thirty years he had governed and directed Uns poor little parish of 200 or 300 inhabi tants, situated upon one of tbe highest plates uaof the Savoyard«« Alps. ____ ‘-»But bow did you coin®, Antoine, my boy P «aid the abbs, affectionately reseat^Mirsflf and drink a glass of eau de vie; then tell me * wbat brought you here so late, or rather so * shall drink with a better heart when we g0 to Aygu< a. But c&me, Antoine; let us make haste; the wind is rising.7 - * A wind, iudeeil, was blowing straight from the east, and it soon became a strong and furious hurricane. Tbe snow began to fall and iu less than twenty minutes' a frightful tempetst rag^d upon tbe mountain. 1 he trav elers found themselvw plunged in profound darknem, and to avoid a fall into the hole« that surrounded them were forced tn feel tbeir way with tbe points of tbeir climbing poles They bad long ago left the regular road to follow a little, by path along the side of tbe mountain, as it was a nearer route, cutting off some seven or eight mi ce of the perilous journey. To the left of them was a fathomless abyss; to the right a precipitous cliff, bristling with busbea bending beneath a heavy weight of snow. They talked no more, but advanced with caution, feeling for the places to put tbeir feet. As toe ascent Continued a burning sweat, which froze almost as soon as it appeared, broke out all over them; from tbeir oppressed throats tbe breath esca(»ed in nosrse and labored panting*, and tbeir temples throbbed as if they would burst. They exhausted themselves in efforts to keep in the pathway, bending to the ground to avoid the force of the wind—compelled in some places to save themselves by cliuging to tbe rocks, in others by crawling upon their faces. The good old cure was forced to leave his cloak in the bushes, where the tempest bad carried it, and where it flapped about like the «ails of a vesseL For a long time the cure bad kept up a stout heart, but at last his streugth began to fail him, and he turned to hto com panion, crying in a broken voice: “It w bard work, my boy, for an old gray beard tike me!” “Sbail I carry you, M le Cure?” “No, my child, no; one of us must have a chance of escape." “Yonder to the forest," the peasant ex claimed, suddenly; “let us remain there until daylight; then we can go on." But the priest refused. “Our (feys are auiubered," said he, “but only a few minutes separate Demetrius Blanc from the judgment of God. Remain in the forest yourself, my boy; as for me, I must go oil " & Fifty yards further, and they could dis tinguish tbe first shadowy line of whitened l trees, the beginning of the forest. They com- | menced to run, but the cold froze them, the wind whipped5 their faces, the sTi'ow beat upon them from every direction and tbe peril in creased with every step. Once under tbe trees they bad a moments respite, but only a j moment’«. They were now traveling by •’chance, bewildered and helplessly submitting* ■ to all tbe horror aud terror of their positiotv «tumbling over tbe stones concealed beiieatiT u> u>« lury of U>a storiu wekiug for lute man O«I- Tbe foUowing morning the Abbe Broex re turned to his home. Demetrius Blanc was dead aud Lad di»-i » tru® Christian. But no one "M ever able to make Antoine Favel believe (bat be had doiw an act of heroism—T»an>lated from th® French of P umu I A DASHING* YOUNG REPORTER WITH The A NOSE FOR NEW8., — y Hew He Msyvrt—1 the Famous Editor anthropometry the thing . Th« Gallery to b* S»r»Mth«a«A by a Curious DwViee. Criminal» throughout U m city may be dl»- pleaaed to learn that the officer» of the Cen tral office are etudyin< op a new »yUem that promisee promum to aid aal the blueooate in detecting and identifying thieves of high and low degree. It is known as th® anthropometric system, and has been brought to the attention of a noted detective of Joliet. The word com« from two Greek words, and it means having reference to tbe measurement of human beinga. Th® police are now compelled to trust entirely to the" Rogues’ Gallery for means of nientrtication. Th® new system is aiteuded as an ailditiou to th® gallery. At police beadquarters there are half a down photographs of a noted burglar now at liberty. No two of thee® pictures are alike, and that fact to mad® th® basis of an aseer tion that it to sometime« impossible to identify the original of a picture. Tbe new system consists in merely collecting a carefully taken .Measurement of certain parts .of cr imin al’s bodies. In future, when a dangerous suspect to ar rested, a registry will be taken of the width ind length of hto head, the length of hto left forearm, the lehgth and breadth of hto left foot, the length of the little and middle fin gvrs of both hands, the length of hto right •ar, sire of hto mouth, a description of his aose and eye«, the size of his cheat while »landing, th® length of hto body white seated, the length of hto tegs and entire body, the use of his neck, the full stretch of his arms, ind the breadth of his back from shoulder to ihoulder. Particular attention will be paid to deformities, marks or scare. All the measurements wifi be taken with graduated rules, caliper compasees and one or two >ther trustworthy instruments. The record will be kept in a book, which will contain printed directions and» a formula for the ex- early, for it was after midnight wheu I went to i«d. 8|>eak, my good Antoine, tell us your errand." *1 have come from Ayguea, M. le Cure,” Favel replied, “and all on the run. I started at nightfall, but it to far and there to so much snow.” “Is any one sick at Ay goes?” interrupted the cure. Alas, yes; perhaps by now he to dead. He was taken ill suddenly last night, and was un conscious when I left I came to oblige his wife; she was afraid to have him die without confession." “Quick," cried tbe cure; “give me my boots uniner. * The police think ib-V great Innovation^ ■and my mantle; I may arrive too late." They say these measure-nerOs will be found “You cannot go, M. le Cure, you cannot perfectly trustworthy, as a man's figure and ^o," declared Victoire. stoutly; nevertheless, reueral profile rarely changes after maturity, she hastened to gather up tbe articles de rhe innovation is tbe property of M. Pe0«- manded, bringing iter master an old hat re- <m, and was first introduced at the Prison •served for such occasions, a heavy woolen xrngrem in Rome two years ago.—Now York cloak and a pair of thick leather boots. “You’ve forgotten tbp cold, M. le Cure, and Mad and Express the snow." she persisted; “it to two feet deep, < Paper te Wrap Turkeys In. •at least." , “Four feet,” said Antoine; “there isn’t the “I deal almost entirely in grocers’ brown slightest trace of the road and the Black Mper," said a Duane street paper merchant to brook is running out of its bunks.” he ubiquitous reporter. “Most of the paper “You haven’t told me who it to that to nills are situated in the New England states, dying,” said the cure, suddenly addressing the xit a great quantity of paper is manufac -messenger. tured throughout New York state, especially “Demetrius," replied the [»easant, turning a dong the eastern border." the snow and slipping, falling and rising, timid and questioning look upon tbe face of “Whet is the paper made cutoff” queried . jnly to fall again. * ,---------------------- ------------ the old man. / “We cannot go any further, M. le Cure," he reporter. “Demetrius Blanc!" shouted Victoire in a “Straw and water. Almost any kind of : «aid Antoine al last; “we have nothing to graze« and, lilting her arms toward tbe ceiling; L yiide nt-g--- Araw wfll answer. Mid J think that oyn . ........... .... ......... “that worthless scapegrace, that good for The priest did not reply, but. drawing a »talks have also been pressed into service, nothing scamp; be hasn't 9et foot in church ! mateb from hi* pocket, be manag'd to re- Although the paper made from this material S'—'•....................... ....................... .. ................. since he returned from Paris. Will you goto K- <jgbt the lantern, which bad gone out in the Fas inferior in quality. Flail threshed wheat Mtn, M. le Cun», wbq hever bows to the 1 itrugglh on the mountain, and looked about 3r rye straw, well bound, is preferred. In cross, who whistles as tbe procession passes^.. j bun. he mAnnfarture of paper the straw to un Antoine, pale, without a hat, hto who drinks life* a fish and mocks at* every ' uands torn by the rocks and hi^ clothes iu bound and laid closely in hugs vata Lime to thing; surely, M. le Cure, you won’t go to ■ tatters, stood beside him, but not a trace of •priukied over every layer, and when the himP Thereupon tbe worthy boi na busied | the road could lie seen. rata are full, lime water to thrown over the tierself in warming the thick woolen over ' “Antoine, my son,” said tbe old cure ten-« whole. Steam to then turned on at' the bot- socks and tbe rabuitskin gloves, while her | lerly, “I ask .your panion fo# having brought jjyp of the vats, and the straw to allowed to master drew on bis boots. “A man,” she con -ook until it to thoroughly purified. It to ; you with me; I should have come alone." tinued. “who has insulted you lower than tbe Disrespectful for the first time in bis life, •_ben passed through a large revolving washer ground, and who would have beaten you but ind cleansed from tbe lime and other impuri | the pe:«sant only shrugged his shoulders. tot Antoine here!” -Embrace me, my poor cnildl” the cure con- Sm The straw, or what is left of it, to next The cure }>aid no attention to her grum- : tinued, almost hr teal's? and'Antoine fell massed t hrough grinders, which reduce it to a xilp. when it C let down into a large tank bliug, however, but got up when be bad upon his breast, weeping bitterly. “We finished bis preparations and staited to go | must go on, Antoine,” «aid tbe cure at fest; mder the floor. out “The pulp is now pumped up, and is ready i ‘if we remain here we shall go to sleep, and “Come, my boy, you will have to go with i to sleep is death." to pass over tbe machine. It to first thinned me,” said he. “The vierk to too old ar»d too j Again tbey«took up their painful march, with water, if the paper to intended to be feeble; he couldn't go a hundred yards in this i but tbe Abbe Broex bad relied too much 'ight, and then to transferred to the ‘first felt' uiow. It is a work of charity which heaven 1 apon ins strength; he Staggered as be walked. jy means of a revolving wire cylinder." always remepibers." “What do you mean by the ‘first feltT " | hto limbs were like lea«I, and hto brain be- “Puidon me, M. le Cure,” cried Favel, re- 1 numbed with co hl. “Oh, it’s the finest kind of a woolen felting pronchiu.ly, "did you think I would stay I “1 am thirsty,” said he suddenly; so which carries the pulp through any number here if a dosen clerks could go while you were 'thirsty!" And stooping down he took up a •f rollers. From the first felt it to trans existed P erred to tbe second and third felts, each of : uandful of snow and lifted it to life lips; but "Then farewell, Victoire, and don't forget i the peasant cueCked hiui. “You mu»t not do I which to coarser than tbe first. By the time <o send in the morning a bowl of bouillon and ; thai, M. le Cure," said he; “have a little pa- :be pulp has passel over the third felt the a bottle of wine to tbe wife of Pierre Jac I deuce.” A-ater to pretty well squeezed out of it, and ques, and say a prayer, my girl, for the poor Alt at once the old man staggered and :he damp paper to able to support its own Demetrius.” Saying this, the cure opened | felL Antoine dropped tbe lantern and caught weight as it passes over a space of about tbe door aud went out into tbe cold and tbe :ree feet to the dryers.' These are big. hol- ' him in hfe arms. “Give me a drink,’1 he snow. Tbe modest little church of ti»e village 'ow iron cylinders five feet in diameter and whispered faintly; “I die of thirst" stood upon a knoll just above the cure’s eated by steam. They are usually seven in ■ Antoine uttered a cry of despair. “Help! dwelling. Unlocking tbe door, they entered lumber, an* by the time the damp paper help!” he shouted, as if there were anyone to tbe building, Antoine holding the lantern, •asses over them and through a set of,-, ■ hear m that desolate solitude; “a holy man te and took up tbe ¡Ktie vase aud tbe silver ves »nothing calendars, it, to thoroughly dry ; lying for want of a little water!" His voice sel containing tbe holy oil, which the old aid to then wound up on reels. 'rose even above tbe noise of the wind A and priest placed iu ins vek et bag. carefully fast I tempest, but no other voice responded to the “It to now in one long sheet about four and ening U about his neck. Antoine carried tbe ippeal. “Into thy bands, oh, Lun}"- the 1 half or five feet wide. The paper on four prayer I- ok and tbe I*LL 1 i ?ure murmured. .nd sometimes five reels to unreeled and cut ♦ • • • • ’ I Antoine knelt beside him. tears of grief and ind counted. Finishers then take tbe paper, It took two hours in ordinary times to go old and tie it. After being tied up into pain falling from hi* eye® upon tbe freezing from the church to Ay goes, but in weatuer •undies it to pressed, and to then ready for lash <»f tbe good old abbe. At tbe end of hfe like this more ihan twice as l »ng. It was tbe he market."—New York Press. ' resources, exhausted and overcome with sor week lx?fore Christmas, and tbe oiliest inhab row, be lifted bis pastor in hfe arms and it nts, acc^steRMd as they were to the hard placed him beneath tbe shelter of a rock ships of life OtTtbe Alps, had never seen a Rhirh formed a sort of iecessiu the cbff. winter as terrible as tbto. Aygues was a riieretfley rested, plunged iu a deadly torpor miserable hamlet of three or four hovels, . —bearing nothuig—seeing nothing. ♦ • • lying iu the bottom of a ravine between two ' Tbe win.« ceased, the clou<is dispersed, great mountains. To reach it it was neces- leaving behtnd them a dark blue sky studded •ary to climb tbe precipiPuis side of tbe I with brilliant point*. mountain, cross over tbe top, and descend ! “It fe paradise," murmured tbe Abbe by a uairow path to tbe ravine below, at the i Broex, “but in tbe. name of pity give me bottom.of which f«med a rushing torrent. water or a little snow." It was one of those terrible nights kuown j “It would be better to take poison, M. le ouly to tbe Alpine winter. A freesing cold i Cure," the peasant replied. euebamed all nature. The sky was cf a J “Ah. but I suffer so—I suffer so!" leaden gray and a carpet of untrodden snow , “Have you a knife, M. te CureT cried tbe extended as far as tbe eye could reach. Pro i peasant, hesitatingly. found silence rested upon every thing. “Yes," a,iB>wered tbe priest, his voice almost Tbe Abbe Broex and his guide walked - t whisper; "take it from my pocket.” There <MS, scattering the snow with tbeir long ■ I was a mnmmu's silence, then Antoms i^oke pointed staff J, tbe lantern of Antoine throw- ‘ ■ sgain. ing a few feel ie ray» of light «¡<on tbe "Open your mouth. M. te Cure," said be; ground before them. As they walked along “open it and dnuk; it is blood, fresh and the good prwvt murmured bis prayer», while warm." Antoine thought only of bto cows, bis stable Tbe priest obei ed, and in order to exalt tbe and tbe wheat that fined hto granary. Nei sacrifice which this poor peasant had made ther tbe prir>t imm * the peasant seemed to feel for him, ap^died bis lips to the arm of An- fatigue as they moved quickly oh , their eyes KJtBT (who iasj p s teh wl a Tf iBlih ettoeetoemme ----- TSeTiiTaTOIjwi------------------ «. fixed upon the circle of light cast by tbe lan hunters of tbe^Alps when overcome by fatigue Tbe Mohammedans, on their pious pil tern Upou tbe snow. snd thirst) Life and energy returned tohun LitUe by litUe, however, a white brad is be drank. ‘-My child!" be cried, “you grimage to Mecca. U m tbe sacred black stood upon their brons, their breathing be »lav® SMved your pastor; God will remember stone and the four corners ot the kaaha. The Romish priest kisses the aspergillum, came hurri»xl and they walked with k-ss snd reward you.” and Palm Sunday tbe palm. Kissing the rapidity. The lantern swung k^ss firmly in At this moment there was the sound of tbe Land of Antoine, and from lime to time voices calling in tbe distance. Antoine an- pope's toe was a fashion introduced by tbe old pnest stop^wd to rest a momeut and «wered, and -soou a group of mountaineer* one of the Leos. who. it is said, had muti lated his right Land, nud was too vain to to say aL>ud a prayer. ippeured in si^ht. For hours thev Jiad ex- expose tbe stump.—Chicago Tribune. They bad now been climbinc tbe mountain » daughters A STORY OF GREELEY. oi> The Tribune and Attended Opera at the dame Tint-A Day of Wrath. Mackay presented tta «Y«s, I used to know Horace Greeley very Cairns, who to a Jiwaa fayb and ruby aigrette brooch. well” mid a leading Ellsworth, Me., mer chant in conversation the other day. “Of Queen Victoria, having fe the eccentric men I over knew I think he was write her name in a Bibb- the most peculiarly so. 1 had occasion to call for tbd colonies, and to «2 hi to Tbe Tribune office often when Mr. Gree Scripture, selected the folJ ley was there, and 1 never shall forget a little peace, good will toward incident that, fortunate enough, made a good It is remembered of J«^. mechanic out of a poor newspaper map. Mr. Greeley, you know, prided »himself that the disliked flattery. When the a made a feist of her she w«„ columns of Tbe Tribune were always accu with it. 4<I am,” she wild u rate, and that, too, The Tribune never got Swede and you have left on any important item of newa “On the reportorial force of The Tribune at Englishwoman. the time I speak of was a dashing young Mas A young woman of mite, sachusetts fellow, a man, sq New York news •et the fashion of wrarte. gown, lined with crimsoTu paper men said, who had a good noee for news. The young man had been connected and has gained several with The Tribune but a week, when one after now trying to lead off win . noon he was summoned into the editorial front and white cravat. sanctum by Mr. Greeley himself. 1 happened Rose Elizabeth Clovel«* 1 to be chatting with Mr. Greeley at the tin;«, most acceptable teacher of u and remember the scared look of the re popular -With her pupils at ¿J porter’s countenance when he ushered him ing school in New York, a*- self before the great Greeley and the conver anc® they have become pr** sation that then took place. torical studies undertaken. “ ‘Young man,’ said Mr. Greeley, ‘there is to be a dinner at R------s to-night, and I shall CREATION’8 LOWER , speak. Be there at 8 sharp and report me. 1 want a column and h half? The largest cow in Dakobk IM ▲ DILXMMA. “The reporter bowed himself out of the Case county. She stands 6 f* shoulder», and, though this k sanctum. As further developments proved, the newspaper man had made arrangements 1,800 pounds. Ths weatherwise of Mahum to take his girl to the opera that evening. He was up a stump what to do. He was afraid »nt capture of an immense fe of Mr. Greeley and be Was afraid of bis girl. Fish Point presages an esfiy, He consulted with a reporter friend of his ou bird measured 6 feet fromfyfe a rival paper to Tbe Tribune, and bis friend A handsome buck was rtq« thus talked: ‘Ob, that’s nothing. Guess you Rock Springs, Ky.t which f* haven’t been in New York long? How much years had been a target for th did Greeley say he wanted? Column and a hunters of the neighborly^ half? OLythat will be all right. You just 175 pounds and his antler* get into your claw hammer and take the gal nee. to tbe opera. I know what Greeley will talk In many portions of Iifafe about. I’ve been to dinners lota of times aud Wyoming the rabbits ar» N, beard his speeches. After the opera come they are becoming almost *■ * over to mydfflee and I’ll dictate Greeh-y’t M in Australia. The propria after pinner speech, you write it down, and ranch are giving boy* fir« a I’ll wager a $5 note that tbe editor will com killing them, and some of th pliment the report’ much a* (6 each per day. Th “The Tribune reporter took hto girl to the ire fed to hogs to fatten th^ opera. He didn’t enjoy himself very much, Levi Campbell, of and after the curtain fell and the girl was “'BoñuFEé> «ñught bls 'reportorial friend and found him in his den. They ‘wrote up’ Mr. the trap a good distance, until f Greeley, and put over the article the most in a log. Then Levi came up « Tbe suite breezy headlines in tbeir newspaper vernacu bear with an axe. lar. Tbe speech was printed on the first page lenly, wrenched the trap looei, I ind was in a fair way to mabi of The Tribune. “The next mornijig Mr. Greeley came down when his dog pitched in and town and tumbled into the editorial chair at wear’s attention until Levi coo 7 o’clock. He took up The Tribune, and tbe «elf away. first thing hjs eye fell upon was Horace Justice Jaunasch, of Ksha Greeley’s ringing speech at R------ s last even has a parrot that he wouldn’t ing. He read the article to the end without weight in silver. On five dif— W-wwiL"*1""3'. . . ........ •• “He then threw The Tribune into the waste basket and pulled tbe bell for the man- □eing burglarized. Tbe lag reoent night. The burglar | “ ‘ Who wrote that article T said Mr. Cfeeeley, when the man had appeared. —, “ ‘The new man,’ replied tbe manager. “ ‘Bend him up!’ roared Mr. Greeley. * “The reporter who took hto girl to the opera the night before came up. Mr. Greeley was white as a sheet when the youth backed into the sanctum. AM ANGRY ZDITOB. ukod, in a (tern and harah . -.here 1 What's the mattarf lidnt answer, bnt tell oiw 1 ieeperato effort to get away. “‘Did you write that article?* thundered Mr. Greeley, referring to the half column of headlines under which was Mr. Greeley’s speech. “‘Yts, sir,' said the reporter;‘I followed you the best I could. You know you spoke uncommonly fast last night, and there was a noise an<i I had to stand up.’ “ ‘Spoke uncommonly fast, did I f thundered Mr. Greeley. ‘Young man, you liel I was sick last night and didn’t go within three miles of R— s, and didn’t make any ■_ eecli? “Mr. Greeley grabbed the retreating form of the pencil pusher and actually booted him down stairs and into tbe street “The editor tried to recall tbe great edition of The Tribune, felt it was too late. He sent men all over the city with instructions to buy every morning Tribune in New York. . Said he, ‘Buy them at'any cost* Mr. Greeley paid as high as 50 cents a copy for some ot tbe papen, but the speech that he didn’t make was the gossip of all Naw York for a week. The reporter never dared to shoW hto face to M* Greeley after that night. He dropped the scribe’s pen like a boiling Hot potato, and went west, I believe. He made a splendid mechanic. “jO¡V the way to The Tribune office every morning Mr. Greeley always stepped into a periodical store and bought The Tribune and every other paper printed in New York," continued the Ellsworth merchant. “He told me one day that ho always beught hto own paper when lie was within three minute«’ walk of The Tribune building. He couldn’t wait, as be said. •Tv« seen Mr. Greeley walk into church when the parson was praying, making a tre- roeqdouR racket as he trudged up the aisle to a front seat, throwing a big bundle of news- paj*rs into the pew and then himself. Hto pew was next in front of mine. In five min utes after be was comfortably settled among hto newspaper he was napping. People us.d to tell me that the ablest preacher in New York city couldn’t keep Horace Greatoy awake of a Sunday morning."—Ellsworth (Ms.) Journal BRIGHT SAYINGS GF Boston Mamma—You mtatol legs,. Floosie,.when we have con polite. Flossie—What should 11 drunflticksl”—N$w York 8un. Father—Come, Bobby, you ■ out; ao hurry off to bed. Bobby,’ and reluctant movement)—Pa, yi to tell a boy to hu?ry up when M out.—Philadelphia North Amert When little Meg saw a pictured with the burden on hto back, ito curiously for a minute and I “Mamma, what makes the mu bustle so high up on his bed Transcript. A tiny nephew once heard Mi loved maiden aunt called an ' The child’« elder brother* and telling “what they were going to soon afterward, and little pre ished everybody in the room earnestly that he was Agoing to maid like auntie, ’cause she msdi dood.”—Kingston Freeman. A sturdy little chapf some 1 Jl a tantrum one day last week, sal in order txf jfeark her displeasure I it upon him, left him by himuVi her own room. He followed tan doer, and, after she hsd pared i somewhat emphatically. Then be play. Half an hour later he rste the door softly and looked in. caught his eye and could not rep “There,” he said, “I knew you’d Now you are my own dear mana Boston Herald. f Little Nellie, of West End, w nue store yesterday »wHh her nd was greatly pleased with the Chn of dolls. “Mamma,” she red baby.” “Very weB, Nellie," mother, “you shall have ere, soon had one in her arms, but satisfied and still hung about tbe Finally, half in fear and half whispered: “Mamma, Pdfikstol —Washington Critic. SENATORS AND EX- An Inquisitive Youngster. Bobby treading)—Pa, what is the mining of homo genus? F»ther-Let me see-it means that Homer was a genius. Bobby—Well, who wm Homer» Father (irascibly)—Didn't 1 just tell you ‘-hat be was a genius.» •> Mother (coming to the old man's assistance) —Bobby, you mustn't bother your father when he to reading his paper.—Tbe Epoch.