DIFFERENT KINDS OF BUGS.

Auckland Star, Volume XXXVI, Issue 36, 11 February 1905, Page 10

DIFFERENT KINDS OF BUGS.

Jones ho fl shyly but admiringly watched the tiro ynnns women as they rustled into rlie csr and took the seat in front of him. They were so sweet, so charmingly sweet and dninty, that ho unconsciously sighrd, and theu consciously sighed again, because they had not the pleasure of his acquaintance. But suddenly a shock thrilled through him. a torturing, agonising shock, as when one's dentist drills into a nerve. "1 haven't a single bug this year." the girl next the window was saying proadly. "I've looked and looked, and I can't find a single one." "Oh, I have millions." said the other girl despondently. "I don't believe I ever had halt as many before in all my life." Jones grew red dear to the tips of his ears. "Haven't yon done anything for them?" asked the one nest the window. "Yes. I've washed «>and powdered and powdered and washed, and done everything: but they jast seem to thrive on It," replied the other despairingly. "I 4on"t believe I'll ever get rid of the norrid things." Jones grew redder, and fidgeted frantically as a terrific itch developed suddenly in the small of his back. "Have you used tobacco?" asked the one next the window, suggestively. "Pounds nnd bushels of it," replied the orher hopelessly. "And I thought it was that old reprobate over there who made this car so rank." murmured Jones, with an apologetic look at the old labourer across the aisle. "Well, you'll have to do something for them." declared the one nett the window, signalling for the car to stop, "or you'll be eaten up aliro by them." "I knew it, " replied the other, as they rose, "and I've a notion to bum up eveo-rose-bush in the yard, and start all over again." "Whew!" muttered Jones, mopping the sweat from his broxr. "I seem to be a bi--ger fool every day." =