and realized the awful peril. All were
asleep except herself, unconscious of the )
fire which was almost touching them. She ‘
awoke her father, and soon all were ready ,
to make a dash for the open air. Mr. j
Hubble bad to return for one of the little
fellows who had been forgotten in their I
hurry to escape. He reached him with j
much difficulty, and secured the young- j
ster. In coming ont again his clothes ■
caught fire, burning him seriously before
the flames could be extinguished.
Doctors say so many fnr rugs lying
about the house are unhealthy and com
municate disease.
HIM. XTE AND BIG H AIV
He Goes to a Theatre and kit. Behind One of
the Hat*.
New York World.
Ihe late William Shakespeare once
wrote in an autograph album these words:
All the world’s a stage.
Sincerely your friend.
W M. Sn Akgsi’KAbK.
Perhaps he meant that there were flies
oV i b . Ul 7?x WiU “ Ut “ttdt’riake to enter
this field of thought. However, to speak
m a more serious vein and treating the
subject in a more dignified way, I will
slate that after a number of years’ soru
tiny of the world I am convinced that
the great bard used this expression in a
figurative sense only. Could he pick up
; his pen to day, he would either erase
the above line or add to it so that it
would read:
All tho world's a stage, and nobody but
the woman in the high hat can see what
ts going on npon it.
