“If you had been the wife of a cabinet
minister,” she said to her daughter, “you
would have been too well used to telegrams
to let them frighten you. Mr. Presty (who
received his telegrams at his office) was not
quite Just to the memory of my first husband,
lie used to blame Mr. Ormond for letting me
see his telegrams. But Mr. Presty’s nature
had all the poetry in which Mr. Ormond’s
nature was deficient He saw the angelic
side of women—and thought telegrams and
business, and all that sort of thing, unworthy
of our mission. I don’t exactly understand
what our mission is ”
“Mammal mammal is Herbert hurt?”
“Stuff and nonsense! Nobody is hurt;
there has been no accident.”
“Then why does heielegrapli to me?”
Hitherto, Mrs. Presty had only looked at
the message. Site now read it through at
tentively to the end. Her face assumed an
expression of stem distrust She shook her
(To he Continued
i’ii was a Barber.
Philadelphia Herald.
“And so you have changed your
mind?”
“Yes; I cannot ma:ry you.”
“Is your decision irrevokable?”
“Yes; you deceived me.”
“I never did.”
“Yes you did. I didn’t know until
last night that you shave yourself.”
“Why, what objection have yon
got to that?”
“A great objection. Pa is a barber,
and you are one of the men who are
helping to cheat him out of a living.
Besides, pa says that the men who
shave themselves are brutes.”
lie Was Satis lied.
The Rambler.
De Jones—l called around to your
office yesterday, doctor, and found
you had moved.
Dr. Pighead—Yes; I’m located now
at 1.*52d street.
