Norwalk gazette, Friday, December 29, 1899 · page 10

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ADLEY was just in time to see

the whole thing. He regarded
jtthen as a special dispensation of Prov-
idence in his favor that he had felt im-
pelled to stop, for there was nothing
particular about the front of the build-

ing to attract his attention, unless it.

was the air of mystery imparted by the
whitewash on the windows. The white-
wash itself had been laid on with a free,

‘ dashing, circular stroke—evidently not

by the same hand that had scratched
the portrait of the gentleman withthe
triangular' body, tall hat and‘indicated
arms‘and legs upon its surface—butit
was not of itself sufficiently remarkable
to arrest the progress of a man who
meant to catch a train. The stere door

was open, but 'Wadley saw nothing at '

first except the newly stained 'counter
and shelves and a little'heap of shavings
on the floor. Perhaps it was the shav-
in‘g's that conveyed an unconscious sug:
iges'tion to his mind. 'An unconscious
suggestion hadits effect, after all. .

"Just as he was about to pass onya
man- came into view, dragging a screen
deor after him with one hand and car-

ryinga square and -a saw in the other. ‘

Then Wadley remembered that he had
a screen door to put up that Saturday
afternoon himself, and be determined
to watch the process.

The man went at it with-an air of
easy confidence. He was an elderly. man
with a grayish—red goatee. His collar-
‘less shirt showed on its bosom evidence
that 'he used tobacco. Wadley'did’not
use tobacco himself, but he had heard
it said that it was soothing to the
nerves and thought thatpossiblyitac-
counted for the man’s imperturbable

expression, which was really notice-

able. The first thing the man did after
laying down his tools and absolutely
confirming the mute witness of his
shirt was to pull out a. fat silver watch
attached to a massive but coppery chain
and look zit-it. Wadley instinctively did
the same and saw thatit was eight min-
utes past 12. He concluded that the
blotchy artisan would not begin his
job, but would go to his dinner, and he
felt sorry that he had stopped.

He was mistaken in this. The man
laid his square lengthwise and across
the door opening, and then, producing

-a flat pencil from the rear pocket of his

slack trousers, measured the screen
door and made two rapid marks, and
then drew a line along the edge of the
square across the top. He dragged the
door back into the store and Wadley
heard the quick rasping of his saw for
a moment, then the “creesh, creesh” of
a. plane, and the man came out,
slammed the door into the appointed
place and it fitted to a hair’s breadth.
The spring hinges were already on
the door. All that remained was to
screw them to the casing. The carpen-
ter had the screws in his mouth, from
which he extracted them one at a time,
tapped them lightly into place and
twisted them down to their heads with
balfva dozen quick turns of his supple
wrist to each. Then he pulled the door

 

HE REARED IT AGAINST THE DOOR
CASING. 5“

open and it swung back into place with‘

a bang and the thing was done. Wad-
ley looked at his watch and found it
was 20 minutes past 12.

“That’s dead easy,” he-said to him:
self, as he walked away. “All you have
to do is to measure your door and cut it-
down to the measurement of the door
frame, put on the hinges, and there
you are.” He had an idea. that the thing
was a'great deal more complicated and
demanded special skill. He had a saw
and a square of his own at home. The
saw was rather a small-sized one, and it
needed setting and filing a little, but it
was still equal to chewing off the top
of a screen door. The square was one
of the best- made, etched all over with

fine lines and figures, the use of which.

Wadley could only guess, but which in-
spired his deep respect, nevertheless.
The people next door had a plane, he
knew, and, as they had lately borrowed

his garden rake and Mrs. Wadley’s .

clot-hesline props he did not see why he
should not ask to be allowed to use it
for 12 minutes. He thought this all
over as the train whirled him north-
ward 10 his suburban homenand im-
agined himself astonishing ‘Mrs. Wad-
icy. '

“I think it is about time we did some- f . . , . .
out an inch strip of wood and nailed it

thing with it,” said Mrs. .Wadley when

' the door?" asked his wife.

 

her husband asked where in the base- :

ment she had put that screen door. “I
don’t think you had better try to put
it up yourself, though; do you think
you can?”

“I think I can manage it all'right,” , .
‘- refused to turn for Mrs. VVadley’s sew-

said Wadley. “I watched a. man put
up one as I was coming home, and
there’s no trick to it at all. I want you
to time me from the minute I start.”
Before he started he had to take dOWn
the old door, which had been simply
ruined by the last hired girl. She was
it good girl, as girls go, but she had
previously worked in a restaurant,

1 slowly.

where she had acquired the habit of -

kicking the lower panel of the door she
Wished to open. ' ‘ ' .
Wadley pried the hinges '01? with his

,' hammer and then picked out :the
‘ - screws. “That-,willsave buvim.r new

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the old hinges do, too.”

“Didn’t you get hinges when you got
“Well, for
the land's sake! What are you doing
now, Albert?”

“I’m measuring the door,” answered
Wadley. “By the way, I guess you’d bet-
ter begin to time me. What time is it?”

“Half past two. But, look here, Al-
bert. Let me give you a hint, if you
don’t mind.” '

“Well, “that. is it? Hurry up, now;
youire .rkeeping .me waiting.”

“The old dooris just a fit, so-why not

lay it down on top'of the new onefor
apattern and mark it off? .You’re sure
to get it right-that way.”
f“ ‘Use it for a pattern!” repeated
Wadley, scorn‘fully.’ “I’m-notma‘king a
shirt waist, I’m hanging a door. See
here, figures can’t lie, can they? The
opening is just two feetsix inches by
six feet six inches. Now, if I cut that
door down to that size it’s goingto fit,
isn’t it?”

“I suppose it will," said Mrs. Wad-
icy, dubiously, “but I think I should do
it the wayv'l said.”

“I suppOse you would. You-would
probably get your tracing wheel . and——
That reminds '.me. ‘I guessI’Jl have to
borrow the screw driver of your sew.
ing-machine. I won't hurtit; honest
I‘Wonit. ' you go and get it and Iill'have
this deor ready bye-the time yoliieét
back.” ' . , ‘ -

-‘Mrs. 'Wadley rose and went into athe
house, and Wadley, having-marked the

screen, laid it on the porch and began ~

to saw. It was hard work, for :the
screen was considerably larger than
the porch was wide and it overbalaneed
at every downward stroke. It was'too
wide for him to straddle, and he had
to lean over it in a fatiguing position.
When Mrs. 'Wadley returned his saw
had bitten about an inch and a half
into the screen and he wasperspiring
freely. She watched him for a‘ min—
ute or two and then suggested that she

stand on the end of the door and-steady 5

it while he sawed. Presently she in-
formed ‘him that the saw was stray-
ing from-the straight and narrowpatln
indicated by the pencil, and Wadley,
after an ineffectual effort to bringit
back, stopped and wiped his brow-with
the sleeve of his shirt.

“If I only had a saw that was some
good,” he said.

“There’s the meat saw,’
Mrs. Wadley, hesitatingly.

Her husband looked at her sharply,
but it was evident that. she had spoken
in good faith, and he contented himself
with saying that he didn’t believe the
meat saw would do. “I guess I’ll have

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suggested

to start again from the other side,” he '.

continued. “I wasn’t watching the

thing as closely as I ought to have '

done.”

This time he hewed pretty closely to
the line, but the saw began to work
harder and harder, and by the time it
had got its own width into the wood it
stuck fast and obstinately refused to
go any further.
said Wadley, and be procured the vase-

line bottle and smeared'the saw plen- ,

teousiy. It traveled well for another
inch and then stuck again.

“I think,” said Mrs. Wadley, “that
if you put a wedge in the end where

you’ve sawed it will be all right. Here, '

I'll show youuwhat I mean.”

She pressed a nail into the cleftand'
the saw sprung forward with renewed
vigor until it met the first cutand the
strip fell to the ground.

“There!” said . VVadley; “that’s all
right so far. I give you credit for it,
though. Where did you learn carpen-
tering?” ' ‘

‘His wife looked gratified. -“I know

a little,” she said. “You don’t often tell 3

me so, though. Now, you’ve got the
other to do, haven’t you? Do you want
me to help you ‘3” '

“There isn’t much to come off on the
side,” said Wadley, “but you can‘hold
it ,up while I plane it. Steady now!
Hold it down, woman, hold it down.
\Vhat makes it go all to one side, that
way? Oh, thunder? It’s going to take
all the afternoon to trim it down to
where We want it this way. Here, I’ll
tell you. Bring me the butcher knife.”

He took the knife and cut ofi some
generous shavings, bending over from
time to time to make sure that heawas
not encroaching on the boundary.
About half way the grain of the wood
took a curve and he scooped out half an
inch of territory that he didn’t want
and Mrs. Wadley let go the door and
put. her fingers in her ears. When he
grew calmer he said that he didn’t be-
lieve a fly could get in, anyway, unless
it was a very small fly, and he ultimate-
ly worked his way down to theend
without any further accident. It was
a rather wavery and undulating job,
but Wadley said he was not particular
about the ,looks of the thing, so long
as it did ,the wOrk.

He took it and reared it against the
door casing and a gulf a full inch in
breadth yawned at the top.

It was several minutes before he fig-
ured the thing out. Then the irresisti-
ble conclusion that he had measured in

- the inch of protruding side piece and

had then ignored it when he marked
was borne upon him. But it brought no
consolation. .

At last, with infinite labor, he sawed

on the top of the door. It nearly fitted

' then, but was a little too thick, and in

paring it down Wadle y broke the blade
of his pearl-handled penkuife. There
was more trouble when he tried to
put on the hinges. The rusty screws

ing-machine screwdriver'and he ham-
mered them in and smashed the cast-
iron hinge. He had another hinge which
was not a. spring hinge, and he putit
on, but the door closed very feebly and
It stuck at the bottom be-
sides. . -

Wadley is not an ordinary mah. He
confesses that he made a failure of the
job. Mrs. Wadley denies this, however,
and says the door works-well, but she
buys quantities of fly paper. And she
is altogether an angelic woman—Chi.
cam. Daily Record. “ -

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A Lesson of Love

By Will S. Gidley.

 

 

 

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superintendent for the town of
I'eacedale, was young—that is, com-
paratively young—say not more than
32'at the outside, and for some reason
best known to himself, still a Inchelor.
He was not what would be called a
°handsome man exactly, but he was the
possessor of a graceful, well-knit figure,
and a clean-cut, self-reliant face, from
which a pair-of honest gray eyes looked
forth unflinchingly upon the World.
Just now they were looking into a
pair as honest as hisown—the troubled
blue eyes of Ethel Ellis, the tcaCher in
one of Peacedale’s halfdozenscbools.
“I am very-sorry, Mr. Gordon, that
you should have 'heardsuch poor fre-
por'ts of my school,” she said, looking
the new superintendent ’frsnkly'in the
face. “Yes, Iamivery shrry,indeed’_-’——
and the speaker’s eyes certainly looked
as if she meantit; infect, Gerald'Gor-
don was almost certain he’detected-a
tear in one of them at that very mo.-
ment-é“but I don’t‘thin-k it is wholly
my fault
'“I‘have tried hard .enough'to keep-or-
;der, and if the three or four big boys
l whovhave made all the .trouble'ihad a
spark of» chivalry ormanline'ss in their
nature I should have no difficulty in
' controlling the school; but 'do you
know, Mr. Garden, there are boys who
simply won’t behave, and there is noth-
ing in their makeeup, no sense of fair-
neSs or justice, .no gentlemanly in-
' stincts, absolutelynothing to whichone
canvappeal toin’duce them to do so?”
“You put the case rather strongly,
Miss Ellis,” replied the new superin-
tendent-thoughtfully; “but, after all,
there is little doubt that you are right.
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“YOU PUT .TH-E CASE RATHER
STRONGLY, MISS ELLIS.”

cowards as-well. There is nothing that
appeals to them except a good thrash-
ing, and you are almost too slender to
attempt anything of that kind.”

“0, I shouldn’t think of such a thing,
‘ Mr. Gordon. I am too tender-hearted to
punish my pupils. It would hurt my
feelings worse than theirs, I am
afraid, and if I cannot conquer them by
love I shall have to give up doing so at
all.”

“You would . have an easy task before
you if I were one of your pupils,” said
Gerald Gordon, with a glance of ad~
miration at the blue eyes before him.

The schoolma’am smiled for the first
| time during the interview. '

A moment later the girls came hurry-
ing in, with faces flushed from their
exercise-in the open air, and quietly
V took their seats. The majority of the
. boys did the same, but- bringing up the
lrear were. half a dozen of the larger
I b'oys, scufliing and shoving each other
' about, and behaving in anything but- an
orderly manner.

They kept it up until they were inside
the schoolhouse door, and when the em-
barrassed teacher requested them to
come to order, the one who was evi-
dently'the ringleader sung out: “All
right, ma’am; just as you say!” and
then, reaching out and deliberately up~
setting an empty bench standing a few
feet in front of the rest, he swaggered
to the back part of the schoolroom and
took his seat.

. “PeterCrane,” said the teacher, quiet-
ly, “you will please walk back here and
pick up the bench that you upset.”

But Master Crane, a thick-set, bullet-
headed youth of 16, was very busy with
his books just then, and apparently
failed to hear the teacher’s command.

'Like a. flash Gerald Gordon was on his
feet, with flushed face. and eyes blazing
with indignation.

“Peter Crane,” he began, in firm, even
tones, “I am the new superintendent. of

schools for Peaccdale,‘andI would like
to know if you intend obeying your
teacher’s request to pick up that bench
which you purposely upset?”

“I dunno,” muttered Master Crane.

“Well, I know, young man!” rejoined
the new superintendent, briskly. “You
are going to pick up that bench, and
you are going to do it inside of one min-
ute by the clock or get a thrashing that
you will have good reason, to remember
for the rest of your life! ”

Master Crane gazed doggedlv at the
new superintendent for a moment, and
then ' he came slowly forward, and.
picking up the bench. replaced it in its
original positiOn. Then, casting a
scowling look in the direction of his
teacher and the superintendent, he
turned and shuffled back to his seat.

“Not much there to work on,” said
Gerald Gordon, in tones intended only
for the teacher. “It is just as-you said
Miss Ellis; there is nothing in such z;
nature to appeal to. The only thing
that has any effect on that sort of
young man is physical force, or the fear
of physical force. The fear of it an-
swers as well ,as the reality in most
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once that boys who behave in that way
are invariably cowards at heart.” '-

“No doubt you are right, Mr. Gar--

don, but, you see, I’m not’ big enough
.to frighten them, and as nothing else
seems to answer the purpose I am hav-

' ing rather a hard time of it trying to

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keep them within bounds.

“I wouldn’t care so much, but this is
my first term at school teaching, and
I wanted to make a good record so I
could retain the place, as I am fond-of
teaching and would prefer making a
living in that way. to any other. I

I presume, however," that the school com-

 

mittee won ’t want me anatherterm un-'

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less I can manage somehow to keep .

better order—and ifthey dismiss .me I’m
sure I don’t know what I shalldo.”
"‘Well, Miss Ellis, if I were in your
place, I shouldn’t-be at alldiscouraged.
Keep on doing the best you can with
your school, and I willget around as
often as possible and .asaist you .in
straightening matters out in case. I
find it necessary =to~do~.so. Irthink .1

. shall heable 'to visityour school three

times 'a week, or perhaps :oftener for
the present, and if :there‘is anything re-
quiring my. attention at any time I trust
you will not hesitate 'to let .me know.”

:And duringrthe rest of that long. sum-
mer day, and the many long summer
'doys‘that followed, that dingy little
schoolroom somehow grew brighter and
brighter; but even in the sanctity of
her own chamber, with only her con-
sciencefor confessor, pretty EthelEllis
dared not whisper to herself what it
was that. had caused the change.

(She wasonly a schoolteacher strug-
gling'for-a living, working. hard, not-for
luxuries, butfor the bare. necessitieszof
life. “Mn-Gordon was very polite and
kind .to her, it was true, butprobably
not-.more so than he would have been to
any woman situated as she was.

Sometimes she had thought there was
something deeper than mere friendship
in hislooks and tones, but no doubt this
was only her fancy.

Nevertheless, the mere fact that he
had come into her life as a friend and
counselor brought a brighter smile to
her lips and a sense of contentment to
her bosom. If things could only run on
so forever she would be perfectly con-
tent and' happy. But she dreaded the
awakening—the day when perhaps she
should be weighed in the balance as a
teacher and'found wanting, separated
perchance from the companionship she
had learned to treasure, and the work
that she still loved in spite of its draw-
backs, and with shattered hopes turned
adrift in the world to sink or swim, as
fate might will.

The school term was fast drawing'to
a close, and as yet no word had come
to Miss Ellis regarding an engagement
for the term to follow. For some time
she had been in daily expectation of
hearing from the school committee, but
as day after day passed and no mes-
sage came to her she began to fear the
worst.

None knew better than she her short-
comings as a teacher, and how utterly

she had failed in checking the turbu-

lent element in the school until it had
been awed into reluctant submission by
the frown of the new superintendent.
Since his advent she had succeeded in
keeping better order, but there were
times even yet—too many of them, she
sadly realized—when the school got be-,
yond her control and gave her many
uneasy moments.

. Though she had done her-best, she

‘felt that her teaching that first year

had been'far from 0. success; but she
hoped, oh, how eagerly she hoped, that
they would give her another trial!

But if they did not, she felt that she
could not blame them. It would be
only what she deserved. She was too
weak, too soft-hearted, to teach school.
School had been dismissed for the day,
the scalars had all gone home, and
as Miss Ellis was following out this
train of thought and clearing up her
desk preparatory to taking her depar-
ture she suddenly exclaimed: . .

“Oh, dear! I’d give" anything ifIwere
only a man!" - ‘

Just then a quick step crossed the
threshold and a cheery voice sung out:

“Fie, fie, Miss Ellis, what a wish that .

is! But, of course, you don’t mean it.”
' “Of course I do, though I didn’t in-
tend you to hear me, Mr. Gordon,” re—
sponded Miss Ellis, blushing vividly as
she turned toward the speaker. “I’m
sick and tired of being only a man.”

“Why, I wouldn’t have you anything
else for the World!” exclaimed Gerald
Gordon, moving a step nearer and ear-
nestly gazing down at the troubled face
before him. “Only a woman, yousay.
but to me you are the dearest, sweetest
and best little woman in the whole
world, and I need you just as you are.”

A few moments latefias they were
walking slowly. homeward side byside,
she glanced shyly up at the stalwart

‘ lover upon whose arm she was leaning

and said:

“A dreadful suspiciOn has. just come
into my mind, Gerald. I believe you
proposed to me out of'pity, because—
because I’m a failure as a school-teach-
er, and, if so, I‘wish to revise my an~
swer. it is love I want, not pity.”

“Why, dearest, didn’t I tell, youthat
the committee reelected you for anoth-
er term at their‘meeting last night?”_
exclaimed 00rd on. smilingly. “I meant
to, but more pressing news got ahead
of it. You received. a unanimous re-
election, but I took the liberty ofde-
clining for you on the ground that you
were about to accept a private school,
with a more tractable popil.”

“Why, Gerald! How dare you tell
them that, when you hadn’t even asked
me yet? I’m almost tempted to punish
you for your temerity by—by—"

“What, dearest?"

“Making you/wait a whole month
longer before I marry you.”—Boaton
Globe. ' i

Protection of Horses from Ffles. ;
A recent contrivance for protecting
the legs of horses from flies consists
of I. hand attached to each leg, with

 

' a number of cords dangling from each

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; You couldn’t fool himiabout it, either,

 

, horses, and the consequence was that

other one .I had was just 'the'opposite,

xdoners know that some member of the

WHIMS OF RACE HORSES.

The Thoroughbreds Are us Full of
Queer Notion-Ins the Most-Er-
ratic Human Being.

 

 

“Talking about “people being pecul-
iar,” remarked an old trainer out at the
Bennings race track the other day, “if
there is anything more peculiar than
race horses I haven’t come across it.
Race horses, I mean thoroughbreds, of
course, are as full of whims as—well,
as a woman,.a-nd'you’ve got to humor
them just the some as women. ,1 re-
member one I trained some years ago
——a horse, I mean, of course. He was
a great one, and few of them could
show him the way in. Yet that ‘fela
low couldn’t be exercised in preparing
him for a race unless the boy on him
was rigged out'in thestablé’s colors»

for he knew just as well whether «the
boy was fully dressed as-wedid, and
if he wasn’t you couldn’t get zthe:.old
fellow on the track. .Butwhemthesboy
put “on the duds, why, the old horse
would go outandqdo all that was want-
ed of him,” ssys'the Washington Star.

“Then‘there was another that I had
that wouldnlt associate with other

we had to trainihim byihimself. .Actu-
ally had-to wait every time .until every
other horse was 03 the track. Then,
when .he’had .the whole track tobimself,
we .had;all we could do to get him off
when we thought .he .had "been given
enough. This-same. one we had to-send
.to the post by ‘himself,.:and when we
gothim there we had ztokeephim away
to one side, ofl from the bunch. An-

for he wouldn’t go on the track, either

for exercise or for a race, unless he

was accompanied by another home.
“Then there is the horse that runs

 

true as long as he is in the lead, but
will stop'and give up the fight the mo-
ment- another one gets near him orl
passes him. On the other hand, there !
is the horse that tries all the harder‘
as long as he is behind. Then there is l
the horse that will not try if the jockey
has a whip, while there are others that
will not try unless they are given both
whip and spurs. But, as I said, they
are very peculiar, and have as many
whims as mankind.”

 

GREAT BELL OF ST. PAUL’
It Tolls Only for Deaths In the Royal

Family and British High
Officials.

 

hi the cathedral of St. Paul in Lon-
don is a great bell on which the hours
are struck. When the other bells peal
from the belfry it is silent, and it
never rings on festal occasions. When
it does ring, it rings alone, and Lou-

royal family is dead unless the bell
is tolling to announce the death of the
archbishop of Canterbury, the bishop
of London or of a loud mayor of the
city dying during his year of office.

-With these three exceptions the
honor is paid only to the lineal de-
scendant of an English sovereign, or
to the consort of a sovereign, of an
heir apparent (.r of a. prince or prin-
cess on. thevSths of the throne. But
it was tolled upzzn the death of Presi-
dent Garfield, whose long and brave-
fight for life had been witnessed in
England with almost as much interest
and sympathy as in this country.

The sonorous booming of the great
bell was the first announcement to the
people of the death of Prince Albert,
Which occurred at 11 o’clock at night
on December 14, 1861.

“'Whenever death comes to the royal
family the home secretary is at once
informed. It is his duty to notify the
lord mayor, and it then devolves upon
the lord mayor to send the news to
the dean of St. Paul with a; request
that the great hell he tolled.

Parisian Dog"Cemetel-y.
The latest thing in company promot-
ing comes from Paris, where a dog’s
cemetery has been floated with a capital

, livelihood.

O

KNOWS EVERY DOG IN TOWN.4

Former Lightning Calculator of the
Treasury Can Tell the Ownership ‘
of Washington Curl-

 

The man who knows everybody, and
the way to every place in the town
where he lives, isquite common. But
there is a man in Washington whowas
“born and raised here," as the native
Washingtonian speaks it, who knows
everybody’s dog, and the 60ng name.
He will stand on a corner and point
them out as theytravel hither'and you.
He was in front of Willard’s the other
day when acur of low degree poked his
nose around the corner, says the. New
York Sun. ' ‘ ,

“That's Beriah‘Wilkins’ dog,” he said’
to his acquaintance who also prides
himself upon knowing a good d cal about
everythingin Washington: 1,

“It. looks more like Jim Biley’sdog,”
said theacquaintance.

“Jim Rileyis dog don’t 'wear any-col-
lar," replied the authority. ,

“ ’Cause that dog wears, a caller it’s
no sign he’s Beriah Wilkins’ dog.”

“No, that‘s so. But Beriahls dog
has got a goitr-e .in-his neck, and is a
little of in one eye.”

The authority whistled to the cur,
and when "he came up familiarly, the
authority showed’ his friend the marks
of :Mr. Wilkins’ dog. This ladies-bet
that the authority could. name the own-

-er of every dog‘t.thst-passed the corner,

and in 30 minutes he called the owner-
ship of 14, and offered as testimonyof
his claim ‘to follow-the dogs home. It-
may have been .a bluff, but. people-who
know Say “wasn’t. Notonly does he
declare that heknows these things,;but
he aims to wager that hecan tell the
ownership. of the dogs by their bark.

, This man was at one time .knownss
the lightning ailculator of the treasury
department, and now sells dogs for a

Not the Time to Leave Ber.
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ing compartment of the car a few min-
utes?" he asked. -
“You'd better not go just now,” she
replied suggestively. “We’re coming
to a tunnel in a few minutes."—iCbico.go

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