JACOB SCHNEIDER AND HIS DOUGHNUTS.
I cannot close this subject better than with a "little story" about my friend Jacob.
I called upon him about nine o'clock in the evening, and found him alone, and very seriously occupied with a big wooden bowl of doughnuts. I asked him:
"How many, so far?"
"Oh, eight or ten, perhaps."
"Did you have supper?"
"Oh, yes; I ate supper, and I shouldn't touched these, but somehow I didn't feel very well, and was sorter lonesome, and these doughnuts are kinder company for me, ye know. The old woman always fries them in the evening, and when they are nice and hot I sometimes eat more 'n twenty on 'em, just to sorter pass away the time, ye know."