In Lighter Mood

IN LIGHTER MOOD Some people are so delicate that they can't change their minds without taking cold.

This is said to be the latest song hit in Atchison: "No Matter How Hungry a Horse Becomes, It Can Not Eat a Bit." Kansas City Journal.

A long-winded college professor found this hint lying on his desk one morning: "A speech is like a wheel— the longer the spoke the greater the tire."

— A Changed Man. "Are you the same man who ate my mince pie last week?" "No, mum. I'll never be th' same man again!" Nezv York Mail.

A Puzzling Situation. — It is authoritatively reported by specialists of malnutrition that there was once a man who was so thin that he couldn't tell whether he had a backache or stomachache.

"What kind o' man is MacPherson?" "Weel, I was in his hoose ae day, an' he was poorin' me oot a drram, an' I said stop, an' he stoppit that's the kind o'— mon is MacPherson V—-Legends of Knockdrummlc. — A Superfluous Effect. "Do I make myself plain?" shouted the woman-suffrage speaker, as she paused to let her arguments sink in. "The Lord did that for you long ago," said a "mere man" in the rear of the hall. The Circle.

First Farmer. — What did you tell ' them, Si, when they askt you in the city whether your milk was properly pasteurized? Silas. —Told them, "Why, certainly; all our cows are fed in a pasture." Judge.

A phone message, it is reported, came from the West Side to a Salt Lake policeman to come down to a certain number and look after the disposition of a dog. The officer went, and, of course, found the animal dead. He investigated the case, returned and reported that the dog doubtless had a bad disposition, but fortunately he was now dead.

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Chapter IX —Around the Bend When the Rojer outfit crossed Castle Hill for the fall roundup, Alec and Bowse were Ben's full team the force with which :

he expected to do a generous quarter of the work. The dog and horse formed a combination of affability and service which Ben and his father could not be blamed for regarding as a cash asset. They did regard it as such, not only because the bay colt dovetailed into the outfit like a thing made to order, but because these years on the range had taught Bowse to be all help and no hindrance. The four places in the force were filled in the usual way two :

by Ben and his father, one by Jud, and the other one gorged to nausea by Josh Widder. Widder was -no smaller in body nor larger in soul than on all the previous trips to Pagahrit. He boasted sociably when everything catered to his bilious whims, and he sulked and pouted and swore when they didn't. He descended like a vulture on the beef and slickum, and always carried a decaying cargo of food in his congested ventricle. He waddled around the corral, and wallowed around the fire, and grunted, and puffed, worse than any "fat paunch" Shakespeare ever knew. To young Rojer and his dog, if to no one else, Widder seemed a more and more intolerable bag of offense every day. From his high-heeled boots to his bullet head where germs of mischief were incubated, a hundred hateful things inspired Ben with a "mouthfilling oath," and his dog with a menacing growl. Ben's unspoken oath became a hard thing indeed to hold, when he and his father rode over a sand-hill and found their offensive co-laborer smearing his brand on a yearling bull to which