reproachful.

"Wixon," says he. "I didn't know 'twas in you. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh," says Jonadab, "I ain't responsible. 'Twas Jule Sparrow that told
it to me."

"Humph!" says Peter. "I wish you knew his address. I'd like to hire him
to write the Old Home ads. I thought MY invention was A 1, but I'm in
the kindergarten. Well, let's go to bed before somebody tries to win the
prize from Sparrow."

'Twas after eleven by then, so, as his advice looked good, we follered
it.





THE ANTIQUERS


We've all got a crazy streak in us somewheres, I cal'late, only the
streaks don't all break out in the same place, which is a mercy, when
you come to think of it. One feller starts tooting a fish horn and
making announcements that he's the Angel Gabriel. Another poor sufferer
shows his first symptom by having his wife's relations come and live
with him. One ends in the asylum and t'other in the poorhouse; that's
the main difference in them cases. Jim Jones fiddles with perpetual
motion and Sam Smith develops a sure plan for busting Wall Street and