* Ano.ei.ica. had invited her " best young man to the evening meal. Everything had passed off harmoniously until Ange lica's 7-year old brother broke the blissful silence by exclaiming : " Oh ma, yer oughter seen Mr Lighted the other night, when he called to take Angie to the drill ; he looked so nice, sittin' 'long side of her with his arm—" " Fred !" screamed the maiden, whose face began to assume the color of a well done erab — quickly placing her hand over the hoj 's mouth. " You oughter seen him," continued the persistent informant after gaining his breath, and the embarrassed girl's hand was removed, " he had hie arm — " " Freddie !" shouted the mothor, as iv her frantiy attempt to reach the boy's auricular appendage she upset the con tents of the teapot m Mr Lighterl's lap, making numerous Prussiaa war maps over his new lavender pmtalooDa. "I was just going to Bay," the half friphteueJ boy pleaded, batween a cry and au injured whine, "he had his arm — " "You boy!" thundered the fathar, " away to the wood-9hed." And the boy made for the nearest exit, exclaimed as he walsed, "I was only going to say Mr Lighted had his army clothes on, and I'll leave it to him if he didn't!" Aud the boy was permitted to return, and the remainder of the meal was spent m explanation from the family m regard to the number of times Freddie had to be "talked to" for using his fingers for a ladle. — " Detroit Free Press.
WOUNDED HONOR.
