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FIMffiTO® h/r& MLLOdDK y5T CHARLES MORRIS BUTLER. f&rlAor of “7ie Gereng* of f¥eme~jrf 7rne/nen/ /rugedyT-s'fo/fa'm£fc, Copyright, 1M5, by Charles Morris Butler. o o CHAPTER XXVI. Jim Denver on Deck. Before Denver left the vessel carry ing Lang toward the convict city, he became aware of the destination of the party. The detective might have remained on board for the whole of the journey, but he did not wish to jeopardize his chances by courting dis covery. As soon as possible after leav ing the boat Jim fitted himself out in regular western style, purchased a good serviceable saddle and pack horse, and set out on his journey over land. If he had not fallen into the hands of a band of prairie outlaws, and been robbed and left for dead upon the prairie, he would Lave beaten the party overland. As it was, however, he arrived at a frontier town, j more dead than alive, a little too late ! to see the emigrants off. Here it became necessary for him to wait for a remittance from Chicago in order to purchase a second outfit. He employed his time in resting up, and taking notes on all the rumors he heard in connection with the party he was in search of. He became assured that he was following the right trail, j While waiting he fell in with an ad venturer, Col. Hanchett, one of those bold, headstrong men. who risk every thing for gain. The colonel had been brought up on the plains and was a man used to border warfare. At this time Hanchett w^as acting as sheriff and had quite a company of rangers under his command. Rather taking a fancy to Hanchett, who seemed to be quite well posted as to the doings of the convicts (or rather a colony of persons whom Den ver called the convicts) Denver made a proposition to the ranger which was readily accepted. Of course, the jour ney to Paradise was not made direct, because out of the way of Hanchett's regular patrol, and, during the jour ney, owing to the slowness of the march, Denver often made excursions alone for his own benefit. On one of i these lonely journeys Denver ran less material! Besides, he will have certain friends of his on the ranch who will want to join our band." Another boom of cannon. “Let us hasten to the scene of the skirmish,” said Jim, getting excited, “bring on all the men you can spare; our friends may need our help!” Col. Hanchett saw that everything was in readiness to either escape or hold the passage. Such was the con struction of the tunnel that one man could keep at bay a regiment of sol diers. Pickets were placed on guard with orders to allow no one to enter or leave the tunnel without a written order from Hanchett. The balance of the troop were left at convenient points along the passage so that a means of communication could be kept up by all the company from one end of the tunnel to the other. Den ver and Hanchett then proceeded to enter the city through the under ground road. Above them, suddenly, they heard a noise as of tramping feet, as if a body of men were passing back and forward in a hand-to-hand struggle. While they stood debating as to the cause, the ground trembled and seemed to roll and turn. Rocks and patches of dirt came tumbling down across their path, while dull rumblings were heard, as if huge bodies were being blown into space only to fall back to earth with great force. To digress for a moment. What the Denverites were hearing was the noise made by falling walls crumbling into ruin by the shower of dynamite and shell. At the same time the convicts, liberated from prison, were carrying on a struggle with the citizens pos sibly right above them. During the time of the scuffling above them, the Denver party had halted. As the noise ceased, Jim at last threw off fear and again lit up the tunnel with the rays from his lantern. A scream was heard, echoing and re echoing through the rocky cavern, and before him stood the form of a woman. It was Pearl Huntington, It warn Pearl Huntington. dciuas Lilt; spui wuert tut: £>kiiiua©u took place between Long Rope and the emigrants. Up to this time Den ver had not run across the trail—that is to know it. But here he found a private signal which had been agreed between Lang and Denver to be left— a letter in cipher, giving in details the history of the fight, a post driven into the ground. From here the journey was made easy by following the trail. As luck would have it, before reaching the protected strip, on the borders of the convict country. Denver ran into the escaping Dr. Huntington. From him he learned of all the deeds performed by Lang, the lay of the country, and best of all the tunnel entrance into the convict city. It was compara tively easy for the detective and his posse to approach undiscovered and take up their abode in the secret en trance to the "city.” Noise of the discharge of cannons! The rattle of musketry! That was what woke Jim Denver on the morn ing following the arrival of the troops into the mouth of the tunnel leading into Paradise. The conspirators, headed by Louis I ang. on the inside. l)ad decided to take the bull by the horns and set the ball a rolling at once. “What does this mean?” asked Den ver of Col. Hanchett. "Pretty hard to say, unless your friend Lang has started the bombard ment” “How is the passage in the front of us?” “Well guarded. Two men can hold the entrance against the attack of hundreds.” answered Hanchett. “How is the tunnel to the rear of us —have you explored H?” “Clear to the cellar.” “Then,” said Denver, satisfied, “let us explore the passage into the cellar, and if possible acquaint Lang with the fact of our presence nere; he may need our help. I am certain that Lang has undertaken the robbery of the government vault and if so he will send the gold out this way. Yet I don't understand how he can expect to carry away any great sum unless aided by some one besides what _ew friends he has made on the inside.” "What condition do yoti suppose the wealth of the country is in?” asked the colonel. “Bags of gold as dug from the moun tains—greenbacks as paid in tor en trance fees,” answered Denver; "I es timate the value at, say, two mil liona!” “I guess we can get away with it,” replied Hanchett, nonchalantly. ‘T-ere ere twenty-four of us in the expedi tion. Each man should be able, with the “salted” mounts he has, of carry ing on an average of seventy-five pounds with him. Say fifty pounds of gold and twenty-five qf greenbacks. That ought to net twenty-five or thirty thousand each. If Louis Lang is the practical man you think he is, he will have the pick of the vault, and h« will not burden himBelf with use wno naa Deen placed in the tunnel for safety. She had her back against the only means of entrance and exit, and in her hands she held a pair of shin ing revolvers. Our party of Denverites as well as Pearl were taken completely by sur prise. But Jim was the first to re cover himself. Having learned from Dr. Huntington that Pearl had been left in the hands of Lang, he very readily surmised who the girl really was. "Mrs. Lang!” he said, “fear not, we are friends.” There was something in the speech of Jim that reassured Pearl that such was the case: but true to her orders, never flinching, she still presented her arms. Denver took a step forward so that he stood as much in the glare of the light as did the woman.” “Where is Louis?” he demanded. "First tell me who you are?” she answered coolly. • “I am Jim Denver.” “Thank God for that!” she exclaim ed fervently. “You have come m the right time. Here is a paper for you.” And she handed him a letter scrolled all over with hieroglyphics, the detec tive’s private cipher, and Jim read of the plans of the insurgents. That 'Wil son with ten men was in charge of the vault where the money was stored: that Lang alone was trying to ge hold of the counterfeiting tools kept in the printing office: that Rog ers and his men were bombarding the walls and blowing them down; that Black Jack was leading the convicts to a bloody fght for freedom. It was mapped out for Denver to receive and hold the money as it came from the vault. A peculiar rap was given on the door. It being a signal to open. Pearl threw open the door. Into the tunnel troop* a dozen amoke-begrlmed men, heavily weighted down with sacks, which afterward turned out to be filled with greenbacks and gold. George Wilson led the party. When Wilson saw Denver, he utter ed an exclamation of agreeable sur prise. “Of all men in the world—Jim Denver!” and he threw down his load and grasped the hand of that worthy. “I said that I would be here on the right time, and I am!” was all Denver said. “There is plenty more gold where this came from,’’.said Wilson, “and as I had to blow up part of the treasury to get at it, I think we had all better return for what is left, before the hounds get on to our game.” “During the excitement of the first surprise, we are safe enough,” said Jim, “but when the misguided citi zens find out that they are fighting for nothing and that we are carrying off their wea'th, they will combine to make a rescue. I think we cannot make onr haul any too quick for safe ty ” “Right you are,” said Hanchett, whose palm was itching to handle the yellow dust. “Then Hanchett,’* Bald Denver, “1 leave you and your men to handle tht bag:; as fast as they are brought to this point. Take particular care of Mrs. Lang and see that no harm comes to her, no matter what happens to us. I will lead the party. I feel kind of uneasy about Lang, and must satisfy myself 'hat the brave man is in no danger. I would advise you to get your troops ready to march in stantly you get the word.” Then Jim took the lead, with Wilson, for a re turn to the treasury. When the conspirators, led by Den ver, arrived at the place where the firearms were found by Lang, every thing was quiet. So quiet, in fact, that Jim Denver, who had always been noted for his foresight, stopped before the door was opened, and cau tioned his men to be prepared for a surprise. The part of the tunnel where the Wilson and Denver parties stood, as has been said before. wa6 about twen ty feet square, and was the mouth of the tunnel proper. From the door, it was necessary to pass along a nar row ledge in zig-zag fashion between rocks on one side and the running river on the other. Wilson, to facili tate matters, and to avoid being com pelled to have his men tread in single file, going around the ledge, had blown open one side of the treasury, and throw n an improvised bridge over the narrow stream. The hole, and bridge, consequently were directly in front of the tunnel door. Jim, in his character of a careful man, and not knowing what might have taken place on the other side of the door and in the treasury, drew up his men in line against the walls so that when the doors swung back, none would be in direct line with a fire from any gang who might be in pos session of the vault. All would be protected but the man who would have to spring the lock, as the door swung back toward the inside. As Jim Denver never asked an as sistant to do anything that he was afraid to do himself, he sprang the lock, and swung back the door. Into the darkness of the tunnel poured a ray of brilliant light. For a moment Jim was blinded with the flood, and he stood motionless upon the thresh old. When he became accustomed tc the light, he saw before him several armed men, and standing side by sid< in the doorway of the treasure stood King Schiller and Jack Regan! Denver stood in the doorway, seem ingly alone. His entrance was a sur prise to all alike. Regan, who was on guard, w-hile his companions were to rob the vault, was the first to regain his composure. He threw out his hand containing a revolver, and point ing it directly at Jim's heart, said: “Throw up your hands, Jim Den ver!" He had recognized his enemy at a single glance. (To be continued.) JOKE TURNED ON THE JOKERS. Workman Got Tobacco Asked For, but Others Were Barred. A few years ago Aretas Blood of the Manchester locomotive works had a man working for him who was a little under par, and who might be called Sim, says the Boston Herald. A fel low-workman asked him for a chew of tobacco one day. Sim said he didn’t know as the other man could chew the kind of tobacco he did. but if he could he was welcome to it. The other, thinking to have a little fun, said: ’’Don't Blood furnish you with tobac co? He gives us fellows a pound a month.” The next time Mr. Blood was at the foundry Sim went for him for his to bacco. Mr. Blood, rather gruffly, ask ed: ‘‘What tobacco?” Sim said the men told him that the proprietor gave them a pound a month, and that he had been there three months and hadn’t had any. Mr. Blood said: "Go to work and you shall have your tobacco.” A few days afterward Mr. Blood again visited the foundry and had a package under his arm. The men were pouring hot metal at the time, but after they were through he handed Sim the package, saying: "There is your tobacco, and if I know of you giving one of these men a chew I will turn you off.” Thus Sim got his three pounds of to bacco. Sylvanus Cobb’s Hens and Corn. In the early forties there lived in Waltham, Mass., a noted Universalist minister, Sylvanus Cobb, widely krown for his ready wit. He kept hens, and he was not particular where they roamed. A certain neighbor was much an noyed by the frequent visits of these hens, and one day, after he had ob served them scratching up his newly planted corn, he complained to Mr. Cobb. The clergyman listened to the tale, and then slowly gave reply: “I did not know that corn would hurt hens.” The neighbor was so taken aback by this answer to his complaint that he had not a word to say, and quietly withdrew, ruminating on what he had just heard, with the result that, on arriving home, he placed a good charge of powder in his shotgun and on top a handful of corn. He had not long to wait for the re turn of the minister's hens, when he fired, killing two of the flock. Tying the legs together, he carried the dead fowl to the minister's door, with this placard attached: "Not long ago you said that you did not know that corn would hurt hens, but here are two of yours that have been killed by corn.” Distresclng Possibility. The young mother gazed upon her first born, and wept convulsively. They appealed to her to know why her great grief. "Alas:” she wailed, as with in tensest agony, "I’m afraid he will wear side whiskers when he grows up!”—Browning’s Magazine. The Cause of It. Doctor—Do you ever hear a buzzing noise in yonr ears? Patient—Of course, doctor. I thought you knew her. Doctor—Knew whom? Patient—My wife.— Philadelphia Press. Effective Substitute. Husband—My dear, there’s a burg lar in the room, and I have no revol ver. Wife—Then look daggers at him. LIVE! STOCK Better Judging Needed. Watching judges of horses at their work at the state fairs it becomes ap parent that in very many cases insuf ficient attention is paid to soundness as a requisite of winners in the breeding rings. It would seem that some of the judges see prominent un soundnesses. but dislike to throw out animals on that account, as rales are not strict in this connection, and to re ject the unsound horse would be to get into trouble with the exhibitor and eventually with the management. Oth er judges do not see unsouadnesses, and, indeed, either do aot look for them or are not educated as to loca tion and appearance of some of the most common defects. Not long since we watched a judge going over several classes of draft horses, and his lack of attention to unsoundness was not only woeful, but positively unfair to the exhibitors. This is plain lan guage, but it is deserved, when we state that a stallion was placed fourth although he had huge ringbones on one hind pastern and an enlarged fetlock on the same limb, which was not handled perfectly. The judge placed this horse over several animals that were at least sound and to all appearances quite as good in other ways as the one chosen for honor, writes A. S. Alexander in Farmers’ Review. An unsound horse should he de classed, no matter how perfect he may happen to be in show points. He is intended for breeding purposes, and if afTected with a disease such as ringbone, which is notoriously heredi tary, or any other disease of similar seriousness, he should be sent to the stable before the judging commences. In order to do this, veterinary inspec tion is required, and we are fast com ing to the time when that must be instituted at every great horse show. We have temporized with this matter too long as it is, and although alleged veterinary inspection has been pro vided for at some of the horse shows it has not been carried out to the let ter, and, indeed, has seldom been re sorted to, except at the request of a judge who has found something that he did not feel like dealing with per sonally. Expert veterinary inspection is prac ticed at every great show of horses in Great Britain and doubtless in Eu rope also, the result being that horses exposed in the judging ring are known to be sound, and the judge has not to decide such matters. At the last show of Shire horses in London, Eng land, many horses were rejected from each class, but the work was done in private and prior to the adjudication of prizes. One of the great live stock papers of that country' in reporting the show stated, as regards each class, just how many horses went before the veterinary examiners and how many of them came back to enter the com petition after being pronounced sound In some instances, if our memory serves us aright, as many as five horses were rejected from a single class. This is good work, and if done in each country from whence come pure bred stallions to America it conduces to the breeding of sound horses locally, but throws out numbers of unsound horses that cannot be used in theii own country, because pronounced un sound, but which too often sell at a figure that just suits the importer, who forthwith imposes them upon out breeders at fancy prices and possibly on the prestige of foreign show win nings earned before they turned un sound. These are in many cases the very horses our lenient judges fail to reject at our state fairs and othei shows. The unsound horses we have seen lately in the judging ring were im ported horses. They were not blem ished horses, nor injured horses new off the cars, but horses suffering from unsoundnesses such a ringbone, side bone, spavin, curb or chorea. They should never have come across the ocean. They should have been re jected at the sea board, but as the government pays no attention to such matters the rejecting work should have been done in the first judging ring entered in this country, or, bet ter still, veterinary inspection should have extruded them from competition. We have been speaking plainly, for there is no sense in glossing over mat ters of such vital importance. The question should be taken up at once and in real earnest, for it cannot longer be safely overlooked. Atavism. Atavism is that quality in plants and animals that is always working against improvement, when we con sider improvement away from the nat ural type of plant or animal. Every man that has to do with the produc tion of plants or animals finds a con stant tendency to revert to the orig inal type. Thus, if all the improved animals to-day were turned out into the wilds, they would in a very short time revert back to what they were before man took them in hand. The reversion would be very much more rapid than the progress has been away from the regular type. This force of atavism has its illustration in all breeds of animals. The Aberdeen Angus is supposed to be purely a black animal, and yet many of us have seen pure-bred animals of this kind that were entirely red. Some of them even have horns. So frequently are ani mals of this kind produced that their presence causes little remark. It would be possible, by the choosing of such animals, to produce new breeds; and, in fact, this is just what is some times done when new breeds are brought before the public notice. This new breed may not be an improved breed. It may be simply a new breed lacking many of the qualities of the best breeds. Breeds produced from these sports would have more hardi ness, that is, ability to withstand hard conditions, than the stock that is most suitable to the needs of man.— Albert Hicks, Cook Cb., XU., in Farm ars’ Review. The Plymouth Rock, though known as a heavy fowl, is still proving her self a good producer of eggs. Not a few of these hens lay over 200 eggs Der snnnm Keeping Out of the Heat. Pat—I'm afther bidding you good by, Moike. It's to Panima for me. Shure, $4 a day workin’ on the canal looks like a gold mine besides the $1.20 in Ameriky. Mike—But, Pat. do you mind that Panima is one of the hottest places in the world? It’s 120 in the shade most every day. Pat—You don’t suppose that I'm such a fool as to stay in the shade all the time, do you?—Magazine of Fun. Good for Shaky Nerves. "How much is yer coffee?” “Five cents.” “PoW much fer cream in it.” _ “We give you the cream.” ‘Say, give me a cup of coffee an’ make it all cream.” — Cleveland Leader. 1_ Change Desired. Mr. Nagg—O! you women are for ever changing your minds. Mrs. Nagg—And, of course, our hus bands never do. Mr. Nagg—Well, you certainly change your minds oftener than your husbands. Mrs. Nagg—Yes, but not as often as some of us would like to change our husbands. Auricular Proof. “No,” said the higher critic, “I can’t accept the truth of everything in the Bibit. Now, there's that story of Baa lam; I don’t believe that an ass could speak, do you?” “How can I doubt it now, with the evidences before me?” replied the plain Christian.—Catholic Standard and Times. Good Advice to a Tramp. The autumn night was chill. There was a hint of frost in the air. The tramp’s collar was turned up and his nose blue with cold. “I have here nine cents,” he said. “If you will give me one more penny, sir, I can get a bed all to myself.” “No, I can't do that,’ said the stranger. But I advise you to ask the gentleman you are to sleep with for an additional penny. He should give it. to you gladly.’ The Barber’s Substitute. “What in the world do you want with a phonograph?" “Oh, you see, I’m a creature of hab it. I started recently to shave my self.” “Well?” “But I find I can't concentrate my mind on the job unless accompanied by a steady flow of horse, baseball and pugilistic talks.” Children. “What do you think of that.” said the tiresome young father after nar rating a smart saying of the baby. “Pretty smart, wasn’t it?" “Yes," replied the weary listener, “it reminds me of one of my children. He told me ‘to quit chewing the rag’ the other day.” “The idea! How old is he?" “Only 16 years.” - * < Pa Said So. Teacher (to precocious youngster) —Having studied your grammar lesson at home last night, will you deflns the word maid for this class this morning? P. Y. (promptly) — Present, maid. Past, made-up. Future, maiden-aunt. Teacher (severely)—Who ever told you such a thing? P. Y.—Pa. IMPOSSIBLE. Mr. Cross—Tou should keep still while you are playing bridge. Mrs. Cross—How can I do two things at once? On His Friend’s Account. “Well, I guess that most of us went through the war without knowing that Togo was pronounced Tongo, and feel ing just as contented as if we know it all the time.” “Well, I'm glad the truth didn't come out any sooner.” "Why?” “Friend of mine named Briscoe wrote some awfully clever lines about the Jap commander, beginning ‘Togo or not Togo.’ He wouldn't have sur vived if he had known it was Tongo.” Figures Will Not Lie. Smith—Short has owed me $60 for five years.” Jones—Well, the longer he owes it to you the better off you are. Smith—How Co you figure that out'.’ Jones—As it now stands it a counts ! to a dollar a month; in ten years it will be only 50 cents a month; in twenty years, 25 cents a month, and so on down the line. Civic Pride. “My town,” said the first traveler, “is Greater New York.” “Glad to know you,” cried the sec ond traveler. “I'm from Chicago too—” “I say my town is Greater New York.” “Oh, I thought you said greater than New York!”—Philadelphia Press. Surprising Sister’s Beau. “George, will you feel sorry when I take your sister away?” “Take her away! Are you going to take her away?” “Why, yes.” “Hush! Don’t say a word! I can get a dandy raise out o’ dad. He said he’d bet a tenner you an’ sis meant to camp down on him.” Harry of the West Stumped. Henry Clay had just announced he would rather be right than be Presi dent. “United States, college or insur ance?” we inquired. Being unable to specify, his declara tion naturally lost much of its weight. Not Contagious. “I shook hands with Bilkins this morning. He doesn't seem well. What’s the matter with him?” “I think it's ennui.” "Heavens! my wife would worry if she knew! She’s always afraid I’ll carry some of these contagious dis eases home to the children.” It Worked. “See here, sir, you told me that if I’d use one bottle of your hair restor er I wouldn’t have a gray hair in my head.” “Well?” “Well, I used a bottle and now I’m perfectly bald!” “Well, I told you no lie, did I?” Take* It Away, Later. The inexperienced one (on Atlantic liner, first day out)—By George! But the sea certainly gives a fellow a great appetite. The experienced one—Not gives, my boy—merely lends.—Puck. A Goo ' Start. Mamma—“Gracious, Harold! What are you doing with the dictionary?” Harold—“You know, mamma. I’m going to be a doctor when I grow up, and I thought I’d begin by catting out the appendix.”—Judge. Not Much Loss. “Oh! my!” exclaimed Mrs. Schop pen, “I’ve lost my pocket book!” “Never mind, dear,” replied her husband, ‘TU get you another pocket book and you can easily collect more dress-goods samples.” Seemed to Be Wasted. ‘T notice that Hall Caine is credit ed with saying that he does all his best thinking in church. "Wonder where he utilizes it?”— Cleveland Plain Dealer. The Freezerator. Aunt Jane is an old Virginia prod uct of half a century ago, with all the manners and mannerisms of the aris tocracy of that period, but her vocabu lary is, to say the least, somewhat or iginal “Where did you put the butter?” asked Jane's mistress, as the former was clearing off the supper table. "Done put hit in de freezerator, mis sus.” was the answer. With a Proviso. Customer (handing over the money) —I want to be sure about it. Can you guarantee that this stuff will kill off the cockroaches? Druggist (wrapping up the bottle)— I guarantee it absolutely, ma'am—if you can get them to take it according to directions. Nipping Him. “Why. how d’ye do. Miss Smart?” said the persistent but objectionable admirer. "I'm delighted to see you walking out this w-ay.” "Yes.’ replied Miss Smart. “I’ll be delighted to see you walking the other way.” Sign of a Coming Change. Tommy—Hurray! We’re goin’ to move! Bobby—How d’yer knowr? Tommy—I rhrowed a brick in th’ parlor an' knocked a big chunk o’ plaster off the wall, an’ ma didn’t lick me. Good, but the Wrong Kind. Minister (mildly)—I’ve been want ing to see you, Mr. Kurd, in regard to the quality of milk with which you are serving me. Milkman (uneasily)—Yes, sir. Minister (very mildly)—I only want ed to say, Mr. Kurd, that I use the milk for dietary purposes exclusively and not for christening.—Stray Stories. Oh, Very Well! Mrs. Jaybreak—I don't like your hair cut so short. Mr. Jaybreak—Why, my dear, I haven't had my hair cut for three weeks. Mrs. Jaybreak—Well, you ought to be ashamed to be so careless about it. Have it done at once. Proposed in Record Time. “Blinks has a perfect mania for condensing everything. Did you hear how he proposed?” “No.” “He held up an engagement ring before the girl’s eyes and said ‘Eh?’" “And what did she say?” “She just nodded.” Had Pondered It Often. Fair passenger (inspecting the ma chinery)—Have you ever thought what you would do if the boiler should ex plode? Engineer—Yes, ma'am. I've thought about it lots of times. I’d get badly [ scalded.” WWWVWWSfWVWVWWVWVWt A GREAT CALAMITY. Actress—Great heavens! Thirty pieces of jewelry have been stolen again! Advertise at once! Hotel Proprietor—Calm yourself, lady. Is It a great loss? Actress—Sure. The hatpin was re al gold. Up in the Air. “Is he still superintendent of that powder mill?" ‘ No, he's travellng^now.” “Indeed?" “es; at any rate, he hasn't come down since that explosion last week.” Overshot the Mark. Mrs. Housekeep—“I don't believe you ever went to work.” Weary Willie—“Oh, honest, lady, many's the time! But I’m sich a strenyous feller dat every time I start ter work I go clean past it.” Crooked, All Right. “An’ phwy don't yez like Muldoon?” “He's not on the square.” “Phwat makes yez think so?” “He’s th’ kind av a man th’t can’t look ye straight in the eye till yer back's turned.” Imposing on the Dog. “The paper says that the name of a dog has been discovered in the New Haven directory.” “That’B a dog that can’t be blamed for getting into bad company.” Quite a Wealthy Man. ‘De Gilt made his fortune very sud denly.” “You don't say! Is he rich enough to go in the blue book?” “Blue book! Why. he is rich enough to be investigated.”—Detroit News. A Matter of Training. “Yes, he has a lion cub for a pet." “Gracious! Isn't he afraid of it?" “Not a bit He has trained ft so it will eat off his hand." “Well. I hope he’ll train it so it won't eat off his arm.” Reason Enough. "But,” asked the first co-ed, “why did you elect to take up the study of French instead of German?” “Well,” replied the other, “the French professor was so awfully Land some, you know.” Must Br Unmarried. “I see that some high church au thorities have decided that there are no female angels.” “Good gracious, I wonder what their wives will say to that!”