—John Ford.
HOPE
FRED—"My dear Dora, let this thought console you for your lover's death. Remember that other and better men than he have gone the same way."
BEREAVED ONE—"They haven't all gone, have they?"—Puck.
HORSES
A city man, visiting a small country town, boarded a stage with two dilapidated horses, and found that he had no other currency than a five-dollar bill. This he proffered to the driver. The latter took it, looked it over for a moment or so, and then asked:
"Which horse do you want?"