"Oh, nothing," said Joe. "Only when I was jumping from one canal-boat to another while I was a mule, I landed awfully heavy on a fat woman who was sleeping on deck."
"What did she do?" asked Harry.
"She didn't do anything. She just muttered something that I could not understand, and I got away as quickly as possible."
"Well, if she likes it, that's her business, not yours," suggested Harry. "Go to sleep, do!"
"I am going to sleep; but I don't think we ought to spend our nights in getting run down by steamboats and jumping on strange fat women. I'm sure it isn't right. There, you needn't throw any more shoes at me. I won't say another word."
[to be continued.]
SOME TRUE STORIES ABOUT STEEPLES.
BY C. F. M.
A great many years ago a hurricane occurred in Utica, New York. Just as it began it was noticed that a heavy swing sign in front of a store was held out in a horizontal position for some time.