THE WAY HE TOOK IT.
There is a neat bit of property in a town near New York that is owned by an Irishman whose nature embraces most of the characteristics of that nationality. He has for a neighbor a very penurious old gentleman who, for a long time, had cast covetous eyes upon the land, and daily devised schemes and propositions for obtaining it. Knowing that the owner, although reputed to be extravagantly good-natured, was nevertheless not to be fooled by any ill-concocted proposal, he desisted until he succeeded in preparing one which he thought would surely be unobjectionable. Carefully writing it out he delivered it to the owner of the property, requesting him to look it over. In a few days he called, and after being jovially greeted, he asked whether his proposition had been entertained. Much to his astonishment the Irishman broke into hearty laughter, crying out:
"Entertained! Ha! ha! Why, my dear sir, I haven't entertained the absurd thing; it's done nothing but entertain me ever since I read it."
AN OBSERVATION.
"I don't think pop is very strong," said Tommie. "He can't stand loss of sleep at night half as well as the baby does."
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