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la lift—she meant it. Ana Sho Didn't Care How Loud She Tallied Either. ' “I suppose you have heard of the mean ay in which Mr. Snodgrass treats his © and children, haven’t you?” said Cars. Keedick to a friend as the two were together in a street car. Don’t speak quite so loud,” rer plied the a frightened sort 1 of a Vfinsper. But the admonition was lost on Mrs. Keedick, who continued in a somewhat louder tone: , V* believe it is all true too. They say o bo gthigy that he won’t give his wife a single dollar unless she just, literally p eads for it, and then he throws it to er ffinch as a miser would throw a bone to a dog.” don’t speak quite so loud,” tephed Mte. Keedick’s auditor. , ' M - r ' 9 * Snodgrass hasn’t had a new y ears >” the speaker went On, without lowering her tone, “and it ffihst.be much longer than that since she had the pleasure of ordering a new gown. Before I’d put up with such nonsense I’d make my husband’s life a burden to him! It isn’t as though the Sjnnflrnt couldn’t afford it. He’s far better off than your husband or mine, and yet he treats that sweet woman who Was fool enough to marry him in that cruel fashion.” little lower tone, please,” nudged the listener, but Mrs. Keedick’s voice Wa < £ L^, as I° U< l as sho kept on: “It’s the same way with the children. They can’t go to school because they haven’t clothes fit to wear. He’s as cross as a bear to {hem too. Seems to resent their presence on the same earth with him. How I do pity the poor things, and especially at this time of the year! It’s a mighty sorrowful Christmas they will have unless the neighbors take up a collebtion for them.” There came another nudge from Mrs. Keedick’s friend, and just then a man who sat near signaled the conductor to stop, and he got out. . . The nudger heaved a sigh of relief. “That was Mr, Snodgrass himself, and I’m so afraid he heard what you said.” “Yes,” replied Mrs. Keedick calmly. “I knew it was the miserable, mean man, and I intended that he should know just what people think of his meanness. Pm in hopes it will do him good and make life more bearabie for his wife and children.” j And Mrs. Keedick smiled sweetly as she bade her friends good afternoon and left the car.—Brooklyn Life. What Killed the Parrot. The man was walking along Woodward avenue carrying a parrot in a cage. ‘ ‘What have you there?” asked a friend. “Parrot; I’m taking it home to my wife. She always wanted one.”; “I hope you’ll did vrltkr'fiU'o I-gave my wife.” “What happened to it?” . ■"Don’t know my wife, do you?” ’ “No.” .... “Neither did tho parrot. It wanted to talk during the daytim9 and couldn’t get while my wife was around, so it staid awake at night to do its talking, and the poor thing died of insomnia before two weeks.’—Detroit Free Press. Made Him Wait. At a dinner party before Henan had risen to fame be .was about to speak on a current topic when Jules Simon signified his intention of talking, and the hostess asked Benan to wait. When the greater lion had done roaring, the lady said; “Now, H. Benan, it is your turn. You wsre going to say something.” . “I merely want to ask for some peas,” j he replied, with gravity, and he was during the rest of the evening.— Youth’s Companion. Wanted His Money’s Worth. A forlorn Irishman, reduced to the extreme stage of poverty and destitution, as a last resource made inquiry at a marine store as follows: “Do you buy. rags and bones here?’! “Yes,” was the reply. “Then, be jabers,” said Pat, “youmay put me on the scales.’-Tit-Bits. 1 A Sudden Departure. • , Witberby—Didn’t your new cook leave rather suddenly? Plankington—Yes. . She got mixed in her dates. She bad a policeman and a burglar call on her the same evening.— ■ Life.. ■■■ ' 1 ■'' ; ;v : .; ■ A Hiffli Ideal. - I .'. ;,’ Kitty No, Mr. de Witt, you will never love any girl as you do yourself. . Tom (earnestly)— l assure you I will, Miss Winslow, whenever I find one that of so high a regard!—Truth. A Suggestion. 1 £ hy, them cows is gone n, an.l can’t find’em a’ what to do. don’t ye go daown to e an ask ’em to sell ye w ketcher?—Harper’s ngEaat. <4 h —May I hope to find irt? ; siecle)—lf you hustle, few choice locations S : ftT Try News Office