"Don't they tell awful fibs about public men, mamma?"
THE TEST.
"Do you expect to go to college, Warren?"
"Yes, sir."
"And which one, my lad?"
"Well, I don't know yet. I think Yale; but before I'm ready to go, Harvard may brace up and win something."
A PUZZLING TRANSACTION.
It happened in this wise: The two gentlemen were Irish, and, as every one knows, the sons of that nationality are excitable. Up to a certain time they had lived as peaceful neighbors should, but when Mr. O'Farrel's cow had her career cut short in a summary fashion by being smothered under a load of hay that lost its balance and toppled off from Mr. McSway's wagon, why, it necessarily followed that the Celtic blood warmed with anger in Mr. O'Farrel's veins, and, in no genial mood, he sought his hitherto pleasant neighbor, and demanded compensation for the loss.