"Good-evening, my young friend," he said solemnly; "do you ever
attend a place of worship?" /

"Yes, indeed, sir; regularly, every Sunday night," replied the young
fellow with a smile. "I'm on my way to see her now."



_Poor Little Chap_!

A little boy from the slums had been taken out into the country for
the first time. After a bit he was found sitting, all by himself, on
a high bank, and gazing wistfully out over the hills.

The woman who had made the little excursion possible quietly seated
herself at the youngster's side. To her the child turned a radiant
face and asked:

"Say, it's dern pretty, ain't it? Is this all in the United States?"



_The Horse Had a Habit_

At an annual series of races "for all comers," the sun was blazing
down on a field of hot, excited horses and men, all waiting for a
tall, raw-boned beast to yield to the importunities of the starter
and get into line.