"Say, you know that mare you sold me?" he began. "She's stone blind."
"I know it," replied her past owner with an easy air.
"You didn't say anything to me about it," said the purchaser, his face red with anger.
"Well, you see," replied the other, "that fellow who sold her to me didn't tell me about it and I just concluded that he didn't want it known."
AT THE WRONG DOOR
The following story is told of an American gentleman who was recently stopping with his wife at the Hotel Cecil in London.
The first evening there she happened to return somewhat earlier than her spouse. Arriving at the door of what he supposed was his own room and finding it locked, he tapped and called, "Honey." No answer came and he again called more loudly, "Honey." Still there was no reply, and becoming somewhat uneasy, he shouted the endearing term with his full strength. This time an answer came and in a male voice.
"Go away, you blithering idiot! This is a bathroom, not a blooming beehive."
HOW IT MIGHT NOT HAVE HAPPENED
Hon. James M. Beck tells the following story of an argument made by a rural barrister before a justice in a court in Pennsylvania.