It pains me to state that old Hank didn't seem to get any thinner
under the family disgrace, and his appetite never left him for a
minute. The fact is, the old gentleman wanted to go to the United
States Senate. A Kansas Incident.

An invalid wife in Leavenworth heard her husband make proposals of
marriage to the nurse. The dying woman arose in bed, fixed her large
black eyes for a moment upon the face of her heartless spouse with a
reproachful intensity that must haunt him through life, and then
fell back a corpse. The remorse of that widower, as he led the
blushing nurse to the altar the next week, can be more easily
imagined than described. Such reparation as was in his power he
made. He buried the first wife decently and very deep down, laying a
handsome and exceedingly heavy stone upon the sepulchre. He
chiselled upon the stone the following simple and touching line:
"She can't get back." Mr. Grile's Girl.

In a lecture about girls, Cady Stanton contrasted the buoyant spirit
of young males with the dejected sickliness of immature women. This,
she says, is because the latter are keenly sensitive to the fact
that they have no aim in life. This is a sad, sad truth! No longer
ago than last year the writer's youngest girl-Gloriana, a skin-milk
blonde concern of fourteen-came pensively up to her father with big
tears in her little eyes, and a forgotten morsel of buttered bread
lying unchewed in her mouth.

"Papa," murmured the poor thing, "I'm gettin' awful pokey, and my
clothes don't seem to set well in the back. My days are full of
ungratified longin's, and my nights don't get any better. Papa, I