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Take Hall's Family Pills for constipation, A Specious Excuse. From the New York Herald. Bishop Paddock, of eastern Oregon, declared recently that wealth was God given, that some men were "culled" to make money. “Bishop Pad.ock," said a New York clergyman the other day, "Is always ■aylng wise, true, memorable hings. There Is no living speaker who Is more Interesting and more Instructive. "I remember one of his attacks on a wrong that had been speciously defend ed He said no amount of tulklng could make a wrong right, and ho compared the culprits to a boy he know. “He said this boy's mother found him playing one Sunday morning In the nursery. '"Oh, Johnny,’ she said, 'I told you not to play with your tin soldiers on Sunday.' "The boy looked up, surprised and aggrieved. 'But on Sunday,' he said, 'I call ’em the Salvutlon Army.'" The Royal Academy of England was founded In 1768. The building, In Lon don, In the Renaissance style, was erected by $mlrke In 1868-69. The largest pin factory In the world Is at. Birmingham, England. It turns cut 37,000,000 pins every day. Whiskey for Lame Back. To one-half pint good whiskey, add one ounce syrup sarsaparilla and one ■ounce of Torls compound, which can be procured of any druggist. Take In tea- j epoonful doses before each meal and before retiring. This recipe Is said to be the best known to medical science. / Raising the Rates. From Judge. TTestdent-elect Taft tells a good golf ing story. A political friend of Ids invented a plan whereby he kept his 8 ■or 9-year-old son from shocking his mamma by repeating swear words and slang—a practice to which ho was rather addicted. Every time the little fellow used a naughty word the father gave him 5 cents on the promise not to use It again. Tho friend had great faith In his power of the system until one day recently when he was chatting with half a dozen guqsts before dinner. His home adjoins a golf links and little Willie, who had been out walking near them with his nurse, burst Into . the drawing room, his blue eyes danc ing with enthusiasm, his pink cheeks bulging In a triumphant smile. "Oh. papa, papa!” he cried. I've just heard a new one that's worth a quar ter.” ' 44444444444444444444444444 14 4 14! A PROMISING PROCESS. 4 I I An Increase of $100,000,000 a year In the value of corn and oats at primary mar kets through a cheap method of bleaching and drying those grains is the prospective result of extensive experiments by the government and individuals, which have now reached a point of practical success. This interesting estimate of the value of a process available by grain dealers and large farmers the country over was ar rived at by computation upon the crop of 1907 of those three cereals, which amount ed to 3,295,253,000 bushel.* to which an add ed value to grain buyers of 2 to 4 cents per bushel by Improved grade will be gtven by a cheap process to improve the grade. It was not the government this time, but an individual, E. P. Arnold, a local expert in grain handling, who has solved this problem and put Into practical operation In South Chicago a process w'hlch seems likely to deprive the big elevator com panies of the cities of their present profit for drying and bleaching corn and oats for market, and make that operation practical in the smaller elevators throughout the country. For several years the depart ment of agriculture has been at work on the problem of the grading and standard ization of grain. In addition to the labor atories at Baltimore and New Orleans, new laboratories have recently boen es tablished at Minneapolis, Duluth, St. Louis ind New York. Here elaborate tests have >een made In the effort to devise better ueans for bringing grain up to standard aid making farm products more valuable ifter they have been harvested. Like the •plit log road drag and some other devices >f small cost that have put hundreds of housands of dollars Into the pockets of armors in the last few years, the process is perfectly simple, once it was discov ered, and the cost of construction trifling compared with present methods or the saving Involved. Meanwhile the work of the government laboratories Is being con tinued and should lead, according to Sec retary Wilson's last report, to the discov ery of other devices to aid the farmer and the elevator man in straightening out some of the other unsatisfactory condi tions which are still to be found In the business of growing food for 86,0U0,00O peo ple. Emperor William, of Germany, is de sirlous that Impecunious aristocrats who cannot make a living in Germany should emigrate to German Southwest Africa, and become useful members of that German colony. Ho has lent Baron do Schmid $12,500 to enable him to set tlo In German Southwest Africa and be gin life again as a farmer. Baron de Schmid was a land owner In Alsace Lorraine, whoso estate was near that of the kaiser at Urvllle, and with them his majesty was very friendly. The baron lost his money and was obliged to sell his estate. French soldiers In their late Moroc can campaign exercised great self con trol, despite tho awful tests put upon them by the cruel practices of the Moors. Of the scene after one battle a writer says* “As the chasseurs swept over the ground for the third time they, Indeed, saw sights which made them little inclined to grant tho quarter prayed for by the wretches on whom they were spurring. Naked lay all their fallen comrades; one poor fe'.ow had his eyes gouged out; the blood was still streaming from their sockets; he was still alive. Another had been'dis emboweled; a third was found with bound hands beside a Are, his head charred to a cinder.” Says tho London (’hronlcle: “It Is not only by means of ships that Amer ica has gone to the resuce of Sicilians. Visitors from the western hemisphere to Rome, albeit making no long stay, are using their wealth lavishly In the work of rescue. We hear of one fam ily alone rocetvlng six earthquake chil dren Into their house, and giving shel ter to 16 more elsewhere. The commit tees of relief are composed from every nation that gathers In Rome for winter and spring. All gaieties are suspended, and tho embassies have put their mere - ly social office aside.” Russia has bought an aeroplane which has not yet Aown. The Inventor is one of the founders of the aeroplane club, Captain Windham, a king's mes senger. with whom is joined Captain Gammln. A French chemist has Invented a tab let which, is dissolved in a glass of wa ter, will give off as much oxygen to clarify the air In a room as though a window- had been left open for an hour. I “You Pay” for I Results Only I Or. 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"The man with education and money and social standing, hut without con science or character or religion Is the greatest foe to society and the greatest menace to good government." Back of conscience In men of educa tion and the consequent evil resulting from their handling of affairs of im portance, political and business, was the subject of the sermon by Dr. Sam uel H. Woodrow, pastor of the First Congregational church, this morning. From the text: "To him that know eth to do good and doeth it not, to him it is sin," Dr. Woodrow preached on the subject, "Moral Responsibility." "There are sins," he said, "that are the result of overt violation of the moral law. No respectable person and few of any class seek to Justify such sins. The text introduces us to a dif ferent class of sinners. The people who see and know what they ought to do, but who are too indolent or selfish to do It. Man Is morally responsible for developing all his powers and ca pacities to the utmost and for using them for the highest and best ends. "After tracing the physical and mental development of mankind the moral evolution of the race has but Just begun. "The world needs moral leadership. We have had the rule of brawn and in part the rule of brain, the rule of char acter Is yet to come. "We are slowly awaking to the fact that the evils from which we suffer are not so much the result of ignorance as ->t moral delinquency or perversity. Political corruption, civic unrighteous ness, labor tyranny, and corporate greed are the results not so much of Ignoranco and lack of intelligence as they are of lack of conscience and all senso of moral responsibility. The edu cated demagogue, the educated promo ter, the educated agitator, is your real ly dangerous man. "The man with education and money and social standing, hut without con science or character, or religion is the greatest foe to society and the greatest menace to good government. It is a good sign that people are becoming less and less Impressed with a man’s ability and more and more Impressed with the ends for which he uses It. We are responsible for the right use of all our powers, possessions and positions. Those who have received the benefits of a liberal education have a heavy re sponsibility for themselves and for the communities in which they live. "We are responsible for the wise use of sueh means as we possess. Wealth honestly acquired and wisely used is a blessing. We are responsible for the right Influence of the positions we hold. Parents In the home are responsible for the Influence exerted; employers of la bor are responsible for the influence exerted over their employes. Every teacher Is responsible not only for the Instruction given but for the Influence which his or her character exerts. Ev ery editor of a paper, whether secular or religious, and every publisher of a book is responsible for its influence. Every man who holds a political office of any kind, from that of selectman to congressman, from alderman to senat- ; or, from mayor to president, Is respon- | slble not only for the honest and effl- I cient administration of his office, but for his influence for good or evil while he occupied the office. 'To him that knoweth to do good, and doeth it not to him It is sin.’ ” Dr. Woodrow will speak tills evening upon “Uncared for Souls." Next Sun day evening the choir and chorus, un der the lead of Dr. Blschoff, will give an evening of Mendelssohn music. Mrs. Gaylord Wllshire is the presi dent of the Woman’s National Progres sive league, which among other things declares its intention of creating a new literature for children with a view to fostering In children the spirit of hu man solidarity. The first book Is to be written by John Spargo. The work , will be International, and socialist lit erature suited to children will he trans lated from and into various languages, LESS MEAT Ailvtcc of Family Physician. Formerly people thought meat nec essary for strength and muscular vigor. The man who worked hard was sup j posed to require meat two or three I times a day. Science has found out ■ differently. It is now a common thing for the family physician to order less meat, as in the following letter from a N. V man: “I had suffered for years with dys pepsia and nervousness. My physician advised me to eat less meat and greasy foods generally. I tried several things to take the place of m.v usual break fast of chops, fried potatoes, etc., but got no relief until 1 tried Grape-Nuts food. "After using Grape-Nuts for the cereal part of my meals for two years, I am now a well man. Grape-Nuts benefited my health far fnore than the $500.00 worth of medicine i had taker ! before. "My wife and children are hculthlet | than they had been for years, and we are a very happy family, largely due to Grape-Nuts. "We have been so much beuetlted by Grape-Nuts that It would be migrate | ful not to acknowledge it." Name given by I’ostum Co.. Hattie Creek. Mich. Rend "The Road to Well ville." In pkgs. “There’s a Reason." Ever read the above letter? A new one appears from time to time They are genuine, true and full U) human interest. I The House of the Black By F. L Pattee Ring Copyright, 1905 I CHAPTER IV—Continued. 'T've wanted to go for a long time,” she went on radiantly. "We'll go over to the old Heller cabin. There's all sorts of stories flying around and I’ve want ed to see it all winter. It’s Just the day. Come on." "Not afoot? Tou don't mean to walk clear over there?” “Sure. I feel Just like walking. Come on." "But the roads are all mud—it’s awful walking.’’ he had persisted. “All the more fun. I ain't afraid of mud, are you? Get on your gum shoes. We’ll be there In no time.” There was no escape. ’’Don't run,” he puffed at length. "Bet’s Just saunter along. There’s no rush." "We'll have to hurry to get there and hack before meeting-time. Como on," and she had flitted on before him, while he puffed and waddled and tried to keep up. The day was perfect. The sun, low In the south, poured In a mellow flood that was like the Indian summer. There was no snow, but along the whole road there was that which was tenfold worse—a river of that yellow. Centre County mud that sticks closer than a brother. There is no shaking It off; In deed, It Is difficult to separate It from the shoes even with a stick. Rose, picking her way lightly and daintily, now by tho roadside, now on the crushed stones, avoided It almost completely, but Karl, ploughing along heavily, kept ever In the middle of the road. His feet Increased to the size of pock baskets. In vain he kicked and scraped. His rubbers came off and he ruined his shoes. "Don’t hurry,” he pleaded, hot and panting. "There's no hurry.” "Call this hurrying?” she called back over lier shoulder. "Why, we’re only crawling. We must walk faster than this." And he stumbled on after her In desperation. His collar became a wet rag. The sweat soaked through the band of his best hat, making a broad yellow stripe. His feet weighed a hundred pounds apiece and were increasing every mo ment. It was like walking with a ball and chain. The mud smeared his trousers nearly to his knees, but he puffed on. “Come, come," she cried scornfully; "why, who's tired? We’ve only just started. Why, I’ve walked twenty miles lots of times. Come on; I’m go ing." She started on briskly. He hes itated a moment, then panted after her half on the dog trot. When at last they had cut through the scrub oakes and stood In sight of the old house, he was in a dry pallor. His mouth and throat were like pieces of paper. "See! See! The old house!” she cried. lie gasped out something like a “Thank God,” and collapsed upon the nearest stone. “It's a wild, lonesome place, isn't It?” she went on, almost excitedly. "See how the gap hangs over It. And look —the black ring! What do you suppose makes it? Can you see It?” “Yes,” he puffed. “It seems almost like a perfect cir cle. doesn't It?" ' Yes.” "It’s something that’s growing; some kind of a moss or grass, don't you think? I'ru going down and see. Come." "No. no. This is all the farther I’m going," he said with decision. ’ Then I'm going down there alone.” "No, no, no!” he gasped. "Remem ber what they say. You know it’s death for any Harts wick to go Inside that ring." "Oh, gammon! As If I believed that!” “It’s safer to stay away." "I want to look Into the window.” "This is all the farther I’m going," he announced decisively. “Besides, you wouldn't see anything If you tried. Don't you see how there's a shutter over the window?” “But the ring?" "Oh, the Hellers put some kind of a chemical there, and a devil’s crop of some sort or other comes up on It." "But why don't the snow lie there In winter?” “I don't know. Probably they sowed some kind of a plant that melts snow Just the same as salt does. Say, I'll bet It is salt." "But that would kill everything and make the ground bare and dead, and, see. it’s a sort of black matted moss.” “Well, there’s nothing chemical about It, I’ll bet a dollar." For a time they looked In silence at the old structure. It was a log house, some 12 feet square and two stories In height. The eaves projected far out. giving it an un usual appearance. The crevices had been caulked with some black material, which In places had begun to crumble out. A great chimney of Irregular blocks of limestone arose at one end. There was no path leading to the house and no clearing save the black ring, which surrounded it and upon which there grew no trees or shrubs. “Hark, what's that;” They both stmightened instantly. The sun was near the top of the western ridge; all was deathly still save the growl of wa ter in the near-by run. "Didn't you hear something?" Then ! the faint voice of the church bell came ■ to them over the valley. “My! That's the first bell. We’ve j got Just an hour. Come, we must walk now; we can't crawl the way we did coming up. Come on.” She sprang lightly down the rocks' and out upon the pike, and he followed the best he could. Through the puddles and into the mud, thick and sticky as sodden glue, he ploughed, puffing and blowing and wallowing, while she trip ped daintily ahead. They arrived at the church Just as the last bell was tolling. Darkness had fallen, for which Kelchllne was pro foundly grateful. It allowed him to drag himself through the church-going throng unrecognized, and to get safe ly to Hartswick Hall. He was faint and feverish; his legs almost refused to obey him; and his breath came In gasps that rattled and gurgled in his throat. An hour later, ! when he upneared in a complete suit | of the squire’s that was three sizes too ! small for him, and sat down to the long delayed supper, he found it impossible to eat. "Oh, Pap,” Hose burst in from meet- j ing, “we had a glorious walk. Didn’t we Mr. Keichline” We went over to. the old cabin, and it was fine. We'll go again, won't we?” She took her! place at the table as fresh and unruf fled as if she had spent the whole aft ernoon in her room. One glance at Karl in his tight-fitting costume, an Imperceptible flutter for a moment at the corners of her mouth, and she fin isher her supper with great solemnity. Keichline said very little. He was aching In every Joint, and his dignity had suffered. When at 10 o’clock ho drove out of the yard he was beginning Vo be really angry. The game was not ‘worth the candle. Without a foubt he could win her in the end; he felt sure of that, since the old squire was on his side; but was it worth the while? With every mile down the Run his slow-kindling, fat-man's rage grew hot ter. He would never return; not even the squire's great property was suffi cient to repay him. He would go there no more. * But before that very week was over he made a discovery—a most unfore seen and unaccountable discovery; he had really and honestly fallen in love with her. He awoke all In a moment to the fact that life without her was inconceivable, and that he must win her, be the price what it might. CHAPTER V. THE HORSE RACING ON THE MOON RUN. Ii had been an open winter. For six weeks the roads had been half-spoke deep, not with mud, but with that thick, yellow smear that clings like birdlime. There had been flurries of snow when the wind had roared and when the black ring about the Heller cabin had stood out sharp and vivid In the drifts, but there had been no sleighing. The snow had gone as quick ly as it had come, flooding Gum Run Gap until it roared like a mill-race over a quarter of mile of road, and barring Karl Keichline from his Sunday ser vices for weeks at a time. The valley creek had spread far out on the bot toms, and the voice of Roaring Run, always a dominating note, had become i hoarse bellow that echoed even into the remotest nooks of the valley. On the evening of the day on which Rose had discovered Jim Farthing's little horse, the winter came on in earn est. It began in a smother of wet snow —a foot of it—like raw putty. A cloudy lay when roads had packed hard and smooth, a fierce drop in the night of 10 degrees, and on Wednesday morning the sleighing was perfect. It is not sure who first thought of the trip; it may be doubted if any one did. It was one of those spontaneous lffairs when all awake at the same mo ment and find that they are thinking the same thought. Why not a sled ride ever Moon Run and a chicken and waffle supper at the old Snyder house it the Cross Roads? On Tuesday even ing not one had dreamed of it; on Wednesday evening every young per son in the valley was ready. When Jim Farthing got the news his first thought was of Rose. He would take her with his colt; he would drive right down and invite her now. With in 10 minutes he was in front of the Hartswiek mansion. Front door or back? It called for nice judgment. Front doors are of lit tle use In the Seven Mountains; for they are for the minister and the doc tor and funerals. But this was Harts tvlck Hall, and ho hesitated. Only a moment, howeVer. Who was he that he should go to the front door of a week-day and in the forenoon? He heard a brisk, light step, seemingly Started by Ills knock, when Rose her self stood framed in the door. “Ah. good morning.” She looked clown at her costume and laughed. Her sleeves were rolled to the elbow; and her dress was concealed by a gingham jumper. There was a touch of flour on her cheek, and more than a dusting of it in a little lock that had struggled rebelliously from its moorings. "Come right in. Want to shake?” She held up her floury hands, laughing the while. “Think I'm afraid of flour," he asked Jovially, seizing her hand with a hearty grip. “Take this chair, Mr. Farthing.” She pushed him a kitchen rocker. “No; no chair. I’m not making a call. Keep right on with your work." "Oh, I'm going to.” She looked up a.t him with bright eyes and laughed In a way that thrilled him mightily. ‘I’m making bread; and you can’t stop you know, after once you've, begun.” She turned to her heap of dough and began to knead with vigor. Young Jim could have watched her all day. “I dropped in to ask if you were go ing on the ride tonight.” It took cour age, but it was not his way to loiter and wait for hints. "Sure! Wouldn’t miss it for any thing.” She paused a moment and looked up at him with girlish enthu siasm. "Karl phoned up that he was going with his new horse.” “Oh!” “You know—the one he bought over Altoona way three weeks ago. They say he’s a beauty—fastest thing there Is 'round here. He's a perfect bay, so pap says; seven years old, 15 hands high, and weighs 1,300. How's that?” "And you're going with Karl?” “Yes. Wouldn’t miss it for a farm. You're going aren’t you with the lit tle colt?” “Yes—perhaps.” Somehow the day had suddenly gone dark. It came to him with a bitter rush that he was out of his place. The prosperous Keich line had every advantage. She had her self expressed the difference; the one drove a magnificent great bay; the oth er, a little colt. That indeed was the proportion. He turned to go. “Don’t hasten, Mr. Farthing," she urged sweetly, turning from her bread and looking into his eyes as frankly as a child. "You’ve only just got here.” “I must go. I can’t stay. I must get to work.” She went with him to the door, and laughed aloud when he shook her doughy hand. “See you on the ride,” she called mer rily, and he was down the path and in the road and driving pell-mell home before he realized just what he was about. The cloud that was to shadow young Jim's life had arisen now, and it was racing, black and threatening, to the zenith. The sled ride began auspiciously. It was a beautiful night, thick at first with stars that glittered in the still cold. Then the moon came up, roll ing, large and round, over the snags of Turkey Ridge, casting long shad ows down the valleys, and then flood ing all with that marvellous glory that comes only with the snowy night and the radiant moon. But the focal point of all the land scape was the “bobsled," a long bod ied affair half full of straw, and packed tight with young folk, who sang and laughed and abandoned themselves to the witchery of the hour as only young sters can. In front and behind were the single couples—boys who had a "rig” of their own and a girl, and staid pairs at the critical junction between courtship and matrimony. Up at the head of the line was Karl Keichline. with Rose beside him in his smart new sleigh. His horse was Indeed a magnificent one—a met tlesome, hard-bitted, long-geared fel low that kept his driver constantly on the alert. It was evident that the sleek postmaster remained with the group only through courtesy. A single word, a loosening of the reins, and— zip, he would be out of the landscape in a twinkling. It was understood that on the home trip Rose was to drive* y< and they were to have a free road. At the rear of the procession, ut terly unnoticed and unthought of, were the Farthing brothers and the colt. Tom was driving and Jim sat curled down, black and silent and pre occupied. He had not even wanted to drive the horse. Through winding valleys, between the zigzagging parallels of call fences. Into dark gaps where the songs echoed strangely from the ragged walls, out Into tangles of scrub oak and yellow pine, and through lanes of rhododen dron weirdly clinging to Its green fo liage even among the January snows —ndlo after mile wound the gay cav alcade. "Bright, sunny days will soon pass away.” came the sweet chord from the sled —girlish sopranos and altos blending perfectly with tenors and basses, for these people of the Seven Mountain* can sing, like all others of German blood. Ah, the bright, sunny days had al ready passed away for young Jim— at least, so It seemed to his broodln* soul. What use to think of winning her from this contented, prosperous money-bags, who basked In the favor of the old squire and who could offer her all of comfort and luxury that her heart might desire? As for him, what had he save health, and youth, and a pair of willing hands? He had not th* ghost of a chance. “I’m off to the wars; to the war* x musi gu, came the clear strains from the sled. , “Off to the wars”—a wild Impulse arose within him to do something, to dare a deed that would thrill her and win her. But there were no wars to go to, no field of hazard where a stout heart might all In a moment snatch fame and fortune—more the pity. The old days were best; there was a chance then for all. But he must do some thing to win her; something indeed he must do, and at once. But what? And thus ho sat humped up and dreamy, and saw' nothing of the moon light, and the wild scenery of the gaps and the mountains ragged and picturesque all about. And ho scarcely realized when at last they arrived at the little mountain inn and the ride was over. As he helped to unspan the horses, he was still “off to the wars," daring deeds that should make her turn in disgust from the clod beside her. and fly to him—ah, to him! The inn had little stable room and they were content to fasten the horses under a long shed protected on all sides save one. The time would b* short; it would scarcely pay to go out among the farmers for better ac commodations. Then they sought the house, great boys that they were, pushing and slap ping one another, joking and chaffing, full to the brim of animal spirits and laughter and whole souled enjoyment of the night. The girls were already inside, taking off hood and wrap, dis closing pink cheeks and sparkling eyes, as full of life and spirits as the boys themselves. Then came the chicken and waffle supper, with its wonderful ac companiment of “spreads” and other good things—a repast to dream about. It was no cold, correct dinner party with myriad courses and noiseless waiters and vel vet voices; where the diner In dress suit nibbles daintily at this and that and exchanges epigrams and soft noth ings with the exquisite creature at his right. Every one was completely at home and wholly at his ease. He had come to enjoy himself to the utmost, and that was the business of the hour. The stewed chicken, tender and brown, swimming In a gravy fit for gods, cam* again and again into the circle of de struction, and still there was call for more. Great, brown piles of waffles, blistering hot, were brought In steady stream to the tables to disappear Ilk* water into sink holes. They wero pitched two at a time on empty plates, drenched with syrup or chicken gravy as from a hose, cut deftly into quarter* and eighths by swift shearing of knlf* and fork, and stowed away—one—two —thvee. And all the time there wa* laughter of boys and giggling of girl*, and Jokes and banter, and clashing of knives,and forks and dishes. Cold for mality and the "Mr.” and "Miss” of po lite society were miles away over th* ridges. It was “Bill” and "Dan” and “Hat" and “Liz.” Will dared May to eat another waffle, and she smeared one with apple butter on the Instant and “put it where It belonged” amid roars of laughter. Then It was her turn to challenge him. And thus th* supper galloped to Its close. Up near the end of the table sat Kart Keichline and Rose. He was an Im posing looking man as Jim saw him from far down the board—square and solid, with a clean shaven, cherub face, which had not line or shadow. A man of pork.” Jim growled In his throat; yet he could not but recognize til* strength of his rival. A man wh* through hts own efforts has secured * competency at 40, and who, moreover, has gained a ruling place in his natlv* county, is not one to be ignored from any standpoint By every valley stan dard the match was a perfect one, and . Jim recognized it. But. after all. what could a girl like Rose see in a mere tuh of a man like that? (Continued Next Week.) Identified. She walked into the International bank and pushed a check through th* window. “You will have to be Identified,” said the teller. "I don’t know you, madam." “You don’t eh?” said the woman, with Are in her eye. “Aren’t you th* father of that family that has a flat In Ermlta?” “Y-e-s.” “Well, I’m the red-headed woman that your wife is always complaining about. When you left home this morn ing I heard you say; ‘Dear, if our chil dren get to fighting with that old fury down stairs, don’t quarrel with her. Wait till I get home and let me talk to her.’ Now if you think you can get th* best of an argument with—” "Here’s your money, madam,” said the teller. REMARKABLE SIGHT. Jim—I love to go to church and hean | ihe Rev. Pondroua deliver a sermolL Jack-Why? “Just think of a man talking for a^ fcour and no chance for the women M J i newer him backl" i