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NORTH GEORGIA TIMES.
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W! C. MLAU^IN. 's WUww'Mid Proprietor*,
HUSBAND AND WIFE.
«qt’a the strangest thing that ever t knew,
And the most provoking ’twist me and yon
And a woman who’s got a man like me,
A good provider, and steady and free
With ail her folks, with funds salted down.
And as fine a house as any in town,
To be lamenting ’cause one child in ten
Ain’t quite as good as he might have been.
“It’s a pretty good showing, it seems to me
That only a tenth ot the lot should be
A little off color, and teat’s what I say
To their mother twenty times a day.
But I can’t make her t ee it in that light
Ano she listens and waits night after night
For the sound of his step, till I grow so wild
That I almost curse both mother and child.
“She ought to live for tee others, yon know,
And let the tormenting vagabond go,
And folios'his ways and take tee pain;
But I turn him out and she calls him again.
This makes a hardness between hor and me,
And the worst of it is, the children agree
That Tm in the right. You'd pity her then;
Such times I think I'm the meanest of men.
‘T’ve argued and scolded and coaxed without
end;
Her answer is always: ‘My boy has one friend
As long as I live, and your charge is untrue
That my heart holds no equal love for you
And all the rest But the one gone astray
Needs me the most and you’ll find 'tig the way
Of all motliers to hold oiose to the one
Who hurts her the most. So love’s work is
Cone.’
“Now, what can I say to such words as those?
Fin not convinced, as the history shows,
But I often wonder which one is right,
As I hear her light step night after night,
Here and there to the window and door,
As she waits with a heart that is heavy and
sore.
I wish the boy dead, while she gives hor life
To save him from sin. There’s husband and
wife.”
Tom Slug.
A STORY FOR YOUNG FOLKS.
“This will never do, Tom,” said Mr.
Benjamin Slug, as he read his son’s
school-report for another term. “You
must really rouse up, or you’ll never
make a man of yourself.”
Mr. Slug had got ou in the world by
acting on the motto, “Labor conquers
everything,” and thus from an oflioe-boy
he had risen to the head of the firm.
Justly proud of his own success, and
knowing its secret, he was very anxious
his son should follow in his stops. To
this end he had put him to the best
schools, and given him every chanoe of a
good education. But the burden of
every report was the same: “The lad
has good natural abilities, and would
make a splendid scholar had he applica¬
tion”—a polite way of saying that Tom
was lazy.
There was a picture in his bedroom of
a field in a wilderness state of briers and
thorns. Part of it had been originally
inclosed as a vineyard, bnt it was now
covered with nettles, and the vines were
overran with foxes, finding ready en¬
trance by the rained wall In one cor¬
ner of the vineyard was a lodge, the
latticed window showing the drowsy
keeper within murmuring now and
again; as he tnmed from side to side .
“Yet a little sleep and a little slumber,
then will I arise and till my field and
trim my vines.” In the dim distance,
the grim, gaunt, hungry-looking figure
of Poverty was seen stealthily approach¬
ing, Tom often looked at this picture,
bnt hitherto had not fully learned its
lesson.
He was a thoughtful boy in his way,
and sometimes philosophized a bit about
his lazy tendencies. Indeed, he was a
philosopher in petticoats, for he would
sometimes argue to himself in this way:
“My name is Slug. Why, it’s the
name of that slimy, gliding thing on
the garden walks! Wonder if the
family got its name—as Edward Long¬
shanks got his, from his long legs—
from the slowness of some member re¬
minding people of a sing ? If so, how
can I help being sluggish?—it’s in the
blood.”
He had jet to learn that people are
« born into the world like oolts, and need
breaking-in to be of foil use.
The boy was quick with his eyes,
however, if slow with his hands and
feet. He had pioked np a great deal, in
this way about beasts and birds and
flies and creeping things. On this
memorable afternoon he was fresh from
a book about the termites or “white
ants,” found in Africa, which build
nests twelve feet high, some on the
ground, shaped like pointed haycocks or
huge mushrooms, and some in trees,
shaped like sugar-casks, with a covered
way to them, winding round the trunk,
from the ground.
There was a seriousness in his fatherVi
tone as he begged Tom to free kimsti
from the growing slavery of indolence
by one grand effort, which made bin
feel very miserable and disgusted witl
himself. In this mood he wandereci
into the orchard and threw himsel/'
down under a tree. It was a beautifd
summer evening. The slanting sunligb
barred the grass with long shafts oi
green and gold. Hard by, a little
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stream made music as it ran. The ah
was thronged with insects, dancing
away their little day in the snnset hour
Tom could not help feeling the beauty
of the scene. And some sense of sweet,
ness would mingle with the bitterness
that found vent in his tears. When
these had censed, his eye chanced to
fall on a nest of ants, the inmates of
which were very busy arouud him, Borne
repairing the nest, others guarding it
and others carrying stores into it.
As he watched them, the nest began
to grow sensibly bigger, until it seemed
as if he could walk up and down in it.
Tom thought this was a splendid chanoe
of exploring an ant-hill, and making up
to the nest, was about to enter, when
two of the guards rushed out, clashing
their jaws so fiercely that he felt quite
frightened. He was still more startled,
however, when one of them asked him
what fee wanted. On recovering him¬
self, he made bold to ask if ho might be
allowed to see over the nest. The
guards conversed for a moment, ar.d
then one of them went inside and pres¬
ently returned with a kindly, motherly
looking ant, who said: “The queen has
been pleased to grant yon your request
and appointed me your guide. Please
6tep this way.”
The entrance opened into a kind of
hall, which again narrowed into a lobby,
having a pillar at the entrance, midway
between the walls. Seeing Tom look
wonderingly at this pillar, the guide told
him it was to make the nest easier of
defenee when attaeked.
“Yon see,” she said, “a couple of ants
conld keep a whole army at bay here.”
Tom thought it a most skillful device.
Passing through this lobby, they came
to another ball, mneh larger than the
first, with pillars here and there, to sup¬
port the roof.
“This is the grand assembly-room,”
said the guide.
Then she led him into another lobby,
having a row of cells on each side.
They mounted a staircase, and passed
through a gallery, which also had rows
of cells on each side. There was some¬
thing, or somebody, in every cell.
Now and again, they met a long
string of ants bearing burdens. The
leader of one of these—a big-jawed ant
siezed Tom with his nippers as they
were passing, and would have made
them meet in his flesh, had not the gnide
signaled that he was a friend.
Tom might have grown weary with
his long tramp, but for some entertain¬
ing accounts of other ant nests by the
guide. She described one hollowed ont
of the branches and twigs of a thorn tree
for the soke of honey hidden there; an¬
other pnrse-shaped, made by gluing
leaves together while on the tree; and
another, stranger still, made with dried
cakes of refuse, arranged like tiles on the
branches of a tree, one large cake form¬
ing the roof
As they came to one cell a joyous com¬
pany passed out, having among them a
large ant of very stately bearing.
“The queen! the queen 1” cried the
guide. “Isn’t she a right noble lady ?”
Tom took note how very devoted and
attentive the ants were to their queen.
Her body-guard lifted her gently over
all rough places; and when the royal
party met a troop of working ants, the
latter divided and saluted the former as
it passed along.
Tnrning into the cell the queen had
just left they saw the floor covered with
the smallest eggs Tom had ever seen.
They were scarcely bigger tban a pin
point. “But como this way,” said the
gnide, “and I’ll show yon the nursery.”
This was one of the cosiest cells in the
whole nest. Here, ranged against the
walls like classes in a school, were rows
upon rows of small, white, legless grnbs.
They looked like tiny sugar loaves, and
were made up of eleven or twelve rings.
Every little creature had its nurse, who
was either feeding it or washing it, or
just taking it ont for an airing, or bring¬
ing it in.
“What in the world are these funny
little things ?” asked Tom.
“Why, they have come out of eggs
tike'those you sawjust now; and if spared
will be full-grown ants some day. Now
yon must see the spinning room.” So
saying, the gnide led across a passage
into another cell
Here a number of fine fat grnbs were
spinning gauze dresses for themselves,
whioh were to shroud their bodies from
top to toe. A few were spinning an ad¬
ditional ooat of silk to pnt over the
gauze dress.
“These are their nightgowns,” said
the gnide. “And the moment they are
covered from head to foot they will go to
sleep for a month or six weeks without
waking.”
Tom thought that wonld be nice.
The spinning room led to the dormi¬
tory. Here Tom saw what at first looked
like piles of broken twigs and tiny balls
of silk; bat when he examined the bits
of stick more closely he oonld trace the
race and limbs of an insect through the
gauze covering. They looked, for all
the world, like the pictured mummies he
had seen in books. The guards in the
room looked rather savagely at Tom
when he entered, but a glanoe from the
guide made all right
On reminding the gnide that the
qneen they saw a little while ago had no
wings, she said: “You are quite right,
Master Sharp-eyes. But she once had
wings, and Til tell yon how she lost
them. The wings of the king and
qneen are for the wedding-trip only.
The king dies, or is killed off on his re
torn, while the qneen strips off her
wings and sets seriously to her life-work
of laying eggs; and that is how she loses
her wings. See 1 there they go for the
wedding-trip 1"
Tom turned, and saw two rather ele¬
gant-looking ants, with wings halt
raised, making toward the door of the
nest. He and the gnide followed just
in time to wish them much happiness, as
they flew away through the sunlight
air.
Tom, seeing himself at the main door
again, and thinking he had trespassed
quite long enongh on the kindness of
his ant-friend, turned to thank her, and
to send also a message of thanks to the
Qaeen, when she exclaimed:
“Oh, I have a good deal more to
show you. You have not seen onr cows
yet.”
“Cows, cows? Ants have cows 1”
3ried Tom, in astonishment.
“Yes, ants have oowb; and if you will
step this way you shall see them."
Tom obeyed, and they retraced their
steps through one of the long corridors.
As they went along they met an ant
carrying a heavy burden.
“What! busy yet ?” said the gnide,
and they touched hands as they passed.
“That is one of the best workers in the
whole hive; she works fifteen hours a
lay many a time.” Presently they came
upon a little insect with a toft of hair
an its back, whioh an ant snoked, and
then went away licking its lips. “That
is a walking honey-pot,” said the guide.
“We keep several in the nest, and when
we want a taste we snok them, as you
saw that ant do juBt now.”
Tom opened his eyes at this. Bnt he
opened them wider when he learned
that there were ante who were living
honey-jars, who stored Up honey and
gave it ont as required to the other
members of the community.
Just then a very small ant leaped on
the baok of the gnide and pnt its long
spider-legs round her neck.
“Stennie, Stennie, my little pet, don’t
quite ohoke me with your hugs. You
see we have pets, as well as cows and
living honey-pots,” turning to Tom.
They had now reached the cow-shed,
connected with the main nest by a cov¬
ered way. It was built round and over
the loaves of a daisy plant which formed
the stalls for the cowb.
Tom was looking for a large, four
legged creature, and when the guide
pointed out quite a herd of small, green
iuseots, he thought she was sorely pok¬
ing fun at him. But these were the
ant-cows. For by and by the milk¬
maids came in, went up to the oows and
stroked them very gently until drops of
honey fell from them, which they
drank. As Tom stood watohing them,
he remembered to have seen green in¬
sects like these on the rose-trees and
gooseberry bushes in his father’s gar¬
den, and the thought strnck him that
what people call honey-dew was the
honey dropped by these little oreatures.
The guide told him, as they walked
away, that there were some ants that
grew their own rice and even mnsh
-ooms.
“Dear me,” thought Tom, “ants are
as clever as men.”
Goming to a door that led into the
grand hall and looking in, the gnide ex¬
claimed : “Why, the sports are on and 1
did not know.”
It was a merry scene. Atone end
was the qneen, with all her courtiers
round her, watohing the games. Here
along double row of ants were playing
at thread needle. There a company
was dancing; close by were several pairs
wrestling and boxing; while many of the
youngsters were playing at hide-and
seek all round the hall. Suddenly,
when the merriment was at its bight, a
cry was heard : “To the pillar, to the
pillar! The foe, the foe 1 Seal the
inner doom I”
The scene was ohanged in an instant.
The qneen had her bodyguard doubled,
and was taken off to the royal cell, and
sealed np. The keepers of the eggs,
the grnbs, and the mummies hurried
away to their respective cells, and filled
up the doorways with olay. The cow
keepers did the same with the entrance
to the covered way. All was excitement.
When the defenses were completed, all
waited the onrush of the enemy. But it
proved a false alarm. One of the out¬
posts had indeed seen a legion of soldier
ants in the distance, tending toward the
aest. however, They were simply rounding a
hill, and then made for a nest
of negro ants, intent on making slaves.
This Js the explanation of a scout,
who ( been sent out to see how the
thing would turn.
Tom Was utterly dnmfonnded when he
heard of ant slaves.
“Do ants really make and hold
slaves?” he asked, in utter astonish¬
ment, qjf his guide.
“Yes, some; not all. We have no
slaves, bnt do all oar work ourselves.
There is one tribe of ants, the ‘Ama¬
zons,’ great slaveholders; but they do
nothing but fight and lounge. They are
very brave in war, however, ana never
take or kill the np-grown ants of a nest,
exoept these try to hinder them from
carrying off their yonng, which they
want to bring np and make into slaves.
Bnt tbey have to pay dearly for their
laziness.” Tom winced.
“They are called the * Workers;’ but
they are just the opposite when not
fighting. They neither feed nor clean
themselves nor their yonng ones. All
this h done for them by slaves, who
actually have to carry them on their
backs when they go to a new settle¬
ment. Jn fact they have lost the power
of doing any thing for themselves through
having everything done for them and
not using the power they had. Their
jaws have lost their teeth, and are now
simply nippers with which they kill
their foes. And all this results from in¬
dolence.”
Tom winced again. Was she pointing
at him %
“But?’, went on, “I know another
tribe, tM ndjaws, who have become
more i still in the same way.
They ; to even losing their nipping
power; and if it were not for their
slaves, 'ho carry them to the field and
then A; hi by their side, they would
never w n a battle. There is one other
tribe which sloth has plunged into yet
deeper depths of degradation, the Worn
outs. y are tlie mere puppet mas
ibch okveS/ who have become
the real masters. Laziness is a terrible
enrse; it can blight the finest powers.”
The speaker’s thousand eyes flashed
fire as she spoke these words, and made
Tom tremble.
fie shuddered at the pioture of the
ants on whom the curse of idleness had
fallen. It made him think of the pic¬
ture in his bedroom. Did he really see
what his future might be—and would
be, did he not change—in these pic¬
tures ? And he groaned aloud, in an¬
guish of heart, at the thought.
“Tom, Tom, rouse up, my boyl You
will get your death of cold sleeping like
that in the grass. Come in and get
some warm supper. ”
This was Tern’s father, who had been
seeking him, high and low, for some
time, and had found him at last, fast
asleep in the orchard.
Tom’s adventure in an ant-hill was a
dream; yet not all a dream, passing
away with his waking thoughts, like the
morning oloud. The last words of his
guide rang through his mind for many
a day: “Laziness is a terrible ourse and
can blight the finest powers.” It was
the turning-point in his life, whioh suf¬
fered as great a change as that which
turned the white, legless grub, in his
dream, into a light airy inseot. It was
a new birth. A few months later he
went to business, and soon won a char¬
acter for patient industry whioh he kept
throughout his life.
An Actor’s Good Angel.
Herr Sonnenthal, the celebrated
German aotor, who is mJw playing an
engagement in New York city, tells a
reporter the following tale: “For twelve
years past I have been followed almost
daily by a woman. I have never spoken
one syllable to her, nor she to me.
Never has the slightest communication
of any kind passed between us. For
twelve years I have seen her almost
nightly at the theatre; I have oanght
occasional glimpses of her at a window
or on the baloony of some house in some
street in which I might be living; I have
met her in obscure villages when on
some tour or rest. Whenever I fail to
see her, some piece of ill luck always
seems to befall me. At first her continual
re-appearances somewhat worried me. I
tried to communicate with her, bnt al¬
ways failed. Finally I grew to regard
her as my lucky star. I have built up
an ideal in my mind concerning her.
Not for the world would I speak to her,
lest that ideal should be destroyed.
Judge of my astonishment when I saw
my Olucksengel on board the ship when
we were a few days ont. When £ open
at the Thalia, I know I shall see her
there. If on the night I am to play
Hamlet my eyes fall on her, I know 1
shall carry all before me.” The good
angel was present when he opened, and
he did oarry all before him.
VOL. V. Now Bones. No. 12.
SUBDUING AN ELEPHANT.
AJAX, AN ELEPHANT IN PHILADEL¬
PHIA, BECOME* VICIOUS.
Swinging him In the Air to Bring him to
llcanon.
The work of conquering the proud
spirit of Ajax began at nine o’clock on
Tuesday morning and ended Ehortly
before noon Saturday. Beating has no
effect upon a mad elephant. It only
renders him more stubborn and wicked.
The breaker’s only hope is to convince
such an animal that he is powerless
against man. That accomplished, the
beast becomes as docile as elephants
ever are. On Tuesday morning four
hawsers were passed through immense
pulleys attached to beams under the
roof. Then a Bet of harness, shaped
something like a monster shawl strap,
was fastened about Ajnx’s defiant body.
The leather straps, which were three-ply
thick, covered small chains. All the
leather plates were copper riveted and a
foot wide. Ajax looked as though ho
were in armor after being encased.
Three hours were spent in getting the
harness on him, and during the job he
slightly injured two of the keepers.
Through iron rings, supporte#*by
great chains, were passed the hawsers.
Then a dozen men grasped two of the
lines of rope that passed through the
pulleys, and before Ajax knew it his
hind feet were six feet above the ground
and he stood on his front ones in the
most approved performing elephant
style. For a moment he was paralyzed
with astonishment, but surprise gave
place to fury when he appreciated the
ridiculous posture he was in. He
surged and trumpeted and flapped his
ears, but all to no purpose.
When his struggles subsided some of
the men ran off with the front ropes and
in a jiffy Ajax’s body was suspended in
air. He made frantic efforts to tear
the belting off with his trunk, but the
chains between his fore legs and around
his shoulders prevented it. There the
monster brute hung, as helpless as an
infant. He was free to kick and plnnge
and butt the air as mneh as he pleaded.
From time to*time he was lowered, so
that he conld rest his legs, but none of
the men were allowed to approach or
worry him. In the evening he was low¬
ered and fed, and allowed to spend the
night on the ground, thinking over the
indignities that had been put upon him.
"After his breakfast on the following
morning he was trnssed np as before.
He resisted, but his efforts were un¬
availing. He was a stoat-spirited brute,
however, and the second day’s punish¬
ment only seemed to increase his rage.
When he came down to supper he was
the maddest elephant that ever trum¬
peted in winter quarters. At the sight
of the harness on Wednesday he became
greatly excited. He was “coming to his
senses.” This, however, did not'pre
vent him from being hoisted np again.
He surged about less in his comfortable
swing on Thursday, but otherwise he
was as stubborn and dangerous as ever.
An anchor was sunk five feet in the
ground and covered with earth in an¬
other part of the quarters. Only a
ring was exposed. Ajax’s forelegs were
hitched to the ring on Friday merning.
Hopes were attached to his hind legs,
which were then drawn ont, leaving him
“spread-eagled” on his stomach on
straw.
The elephant was let up and thrown
down several times daring the day.
After three or four hours’ experience of
this kind Ajax.became meeker, and he
was quite dejected when, in the even¬
ing, he was unchained and ordered to
stand up. He was hobbled and thrown
down on Saturday morning, and when
he tonohed the ground he cried out, and
tears trickled down his trunk. He was
conquered. The chains were removed
at once, and he got np quietly. At the
word of command he walked into the
room he had broken out of on Monday
night, and was as meek aB a sheep.
IN THE LEGISLATURE.
“Mr. Speaker, I arise to place in
nomination a man, sir, what we all
know, sir, to be a man what ain’t got no
peer nowhar. We all know that he is
more than qualified, sir, for the posi¬
tion, for I served with him durin’ the
wah, sir; he will not only represent the
great partoe, bnt, sir, the entire State.
Durin’ the dark and bloody days when
the pale face of hanger put its bloody
hand on the heart of the nation he was
found to be as true as steel, an grabbed
the gory wolf by the lappels of his
shirt and shook him until he loudly
begged for mercy. ’’—Arkansaw Trav¬
eller.
_____
I object strongly to myself as a bun¬
dle of unpleasant sensations with a pal¬
pitating heart and awkward manners.
Impossible to imagine the large charity
I have for people who detest me, Bnt
don’t you be one of them,
THE HUMOROUS PAPERS.
WHAT WF. FINI» IN THEM Till*
WEEK TO (SMILE OVEH.
Not In l»i» Office-A Street Romance—Inno¬
cent Childhood—Fun lu Boatoo* Etc*
THE SEASONS.
1. The winter’s almost past, the time
is coming fast that brings the genial
sunshine bright and clear, clear, clear,
and paragraphers gay will shortly pnt
away the sealskin joke until another
year, year, year,
2. The coal man and the plumber, all
through the oowing snmmer, will be
allowed to take a well-earned rest, rest,
rest, and, springing from its tomb, the
ice cream joke will boom in new and
handsome garments gayly dressed,
dressed, dressed.
3. The pionio sandwich, too, exist¬
ence will renew, and jokers on its make¬
up will descant, cant, cant, declaring it
is made of neither ham nor bread, but
from the hardest kind of adamant, mant,
mant.
4. Then, both in prose and verse, the
jokers will rehearse the tale anont the
lovers who till late, late, late, sit on the
stoop and spoon, or ’neath the silver
moon together swing npon the garden
gate, gate, gate.
6. But this is merely done for pur¬
poses of fun, intended as a little harm¬
less chaff, chaff, chaff—no malice in the
play—to drive dull care away, and make
the melancholy person laugh, laugh,
langb.— Boston Courier.
A mother's poem on babt.
A young mother sends us a poem
upon “Baby.” It is certainly a gem.
The only fault we have to find with it is
that of sacrificing melody to hard sense.
The third stanza is a striking instance
of this:
Doxery doodle-urn dinklo-um dam,
Turn to its mozzery muzzery mum;
Tizzery, izzory, boozery boo,
No baby so sweet and so pitty as 'oo.
— Upton Bewt.
HE MOVED.
A Detroit gentleman went to his front
door one fine afternoon to inhale the
balmy air of spring. To him a casual
passer-by remarked: “I'll bet you two
dollars, Mister, that you’ll move before
night.” “You are an impudent fellow,”
replied the gentleman, “but I'll take
your bet. Why do you think I am go
iug to move?” “Beoauae, Mister, yonr
house is afire.”
INNOCENT CHILDHOOD.
Fond mother—What a dear, sweet
little fellow Bobby is 1 Ho asked me
last night if he were to die aud go to
heaven if I thought God would let him
play with the stars.
Father (turning his boot upside down
and shaking it violently)—Now, who put
that tooth brush and powder in there ?
Fond mother (resignedly)—Ob, I sup¬
pose it was Bobby.— N. Y. Times.
TRAVELING “INCOG.”
A retired humorist one day ventured
into a cotton mill and while in an un¬
guarded moment he was perpetrating jokes
some of his old and shopworn
upon an innocent operative, he was
drawn into some of the crushed. ponderous They gear¬
ing and dreadfully
combed ,lum out of the machinery
after a spell and spread the effects is it on ?”
the floor. “Who is it ?” “Who
was the anxions inqniry as the crowd
gathered around. Nobody knew. Then
the humorist slowly opened sympathizing his eyes
aud moved his lips. A
bystander bent down hia ear. “There
is good reason why nobody recognizes
me,” the humorist whispered sympathizing painfully. by¬
“Why is it?” the
stander asked. “Because,” the humor¬
ist explained, as he saw a chance to
steal home, “because I have been travel¬
ing incog,” And then a smile like a
summer cloud played for an instant over
his features and was gone. He never
spoke again .—Boston Journal.
FURTHER COMMENT UNNECESSARY.
A Washington hotel keeper was boast¬
ing of the amount of money he had made
during inauguration week.
“What do you think of that ?’’ he said,
tnrning to a stranger.
The stranger lifted his shoulders, but
made no reply.
“Don’t you think that’s doing pretty
well ?” persisted the hotel man.
“My wife’s a runnin’ a boardin’ house
in New Orleans," said the stranger sen
tentioasly, and then the Washington
man was silent.
LITTLE EDITH UFPERTON.
“Good-by, I shan't sea you again for
six weeks.” Little Nellie Lowertou :
“Why, are you going away?” “Yes.
Wo is aii going away to Aunt Harriet's
in the country. We’s going to skate,
and sleighride, and have quilting bees,
and country dances, and tea parties,
and oh, lots of fun.” “But why oan’t
you all stay in the city aud have a nice
time just the same ?’’ “Why, dou’t yon
know? It’s Lent, and it’s wioked to
have fun where people can see you,”—
Philadelphia Call ,