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how it is used, but suppose it is so fixed that} a man’s tocs can swap places with his heels and thus prevent the former from bein stepped on in a crowd. a deal of swear- a button on A stitch in time saves ing,” said the wife as she her husband's shirt. A girl w the other da 3 pons. After this she will probably be more careful, and not hide her tongue behind a closed mouth, A slice of cucumber put overa freckle will draw it out. Heavens! what a lot of freckles there must be in the human stomach! And strong roots they must to make rawing-out operation so painful, observer” of wasps says he finds are most active from about 9.30 to 11 nd from 2 to We shudder to k what terrible experiences ‘¢ Observer ” must have passed through before he could so exactly determine the business hours of these hymenopterous birds. Chinn is nothing if not witty. Ife noticed the other day that his wife had a new potato in a jar of water, and was endeavoring to induce yrouts to rin along a strin “AI rved Chinn, ‘I see yon are | trying to teach the young eye, dear, how to | The sprouts haven't grown a mite since then, and that was ten days ago. TRACKED TO DOOM; on “Bony” Blobbs, the Service Shadower, A TALE OF D NEXT SPRING. By “Jey. Josiys” Chapter 1. ON THE TRAIL. TT) was broad day on the No doubt it was narrow Atlantic shore, to ne. The sun was high in the heavens! Old Sol. always ‘comes high, but we must have . dis chief, slowly along a in San Franc lexed look upon forty-four weary daysand nights, with. Vor drink, Bony out stoppin had been ** abe who had ert «in New York, t Seidlitz- Powders and then ei it water to drink immediately afterw which, of course, caused tantancons explosion in its inter ons and blew the poor animal into a million fragments! Slenth-hound though he was, lost the scent. Suddenly his acute ear (trained to catch the slightest sound miles upon m.les away heard a peculiar noise—like the muttered oath of a *son-of-a-gun from Italy,” Denver, Cole Blobbs had | tipple Own Story Poper devec- | Denver —in } bones of . Allen Pinkertor n!—but I’ I cage that ptch yet!” one puff of his good strong breath against a high stone wall, its trusty rebound picked up lis form and wafted | him ‘with tornado force towards Denver, | where he arrived at 9 Pp. M.—changing his | make-up en rote to represent: Win. HL Vanderbilt by donning a high de justing a pair of side whiskers, ing a few ten thousand doliar diamonds and gold w +s upon his person, which he al- ways carried with him for em ne1es. Thus, you see, dear reade it is to be blessed with an able-bodied, reliable breath, —and that nothing is impossible to our indefatigable American Vide Chapter UW. Rus to Eanti. Sardinio Peanutti, the heavy villain of this yarn, Was a scoundrel with fertile resource: but his best-laid plans “ gang aft a-gley ing to his besetting evil—rum. r ‘ the dirt * Dago” from I When he took his annual bath every New Year's day, they used | to take the water in which he fad washed | his face and hands, and tar the slippery side- walks with it,—to prevent people from fall- lown on the ice) Sardinio loved ram, didn’t care much for Romanism and Rebellion,” hat he was dead-stuck on Rum. Had he not been jam full of his favorite | he never would have fallen down that rea-way, and ripped out the profan- ity which attracted the attention of Bona- parte Blobbs, his pursuing Nemesis, in 'Frisco. Bat he w ered in an instant when he recled out of a saloon the same night and j the form of the detective come suiling | through the air over the houses on the reflex action of his reliable breath, and alightin | on his feet in the street before him,—: whom he recognized in spite of his d As Blobbs laid one hand on the butt of a | * cannon strappe | to his waist, | and held up a warrant for Peanutti’s arrest in the other, the discomfited forcigner e deavored to look innocent, You no ng, I Tella me who-a y “ Aha!” he exclaimed; “by the mouldering and | | back-a to Ni York | with that he flung bis stil ing prec | Queen” help-a you hunt-a him, a mooch!” tto witha ever bef hus enemy’s inst pn that Its. right i and behol sService Shadower” rdinio fondly anticipated, when th b mark, it snap and fell harmless to the Jeadly re But, de reached its ar the hilt, had sharp point of the dagger - Ce fortunately struck Blobhs in the check, and as he had once been a agent, the adaman- tine hardness thercof had saved his life! A swift pounce, a click, and the boss de- tective had that Italian criminal, with the hand-cuffs on his prisoner. Chapter WM. Tue Moxkey’s Deatn AVENGED. lways more s shifting of romance of this kind, though all od and thunder story-writers invariably look so shabby and poverty stricken, that they are erroncou sposed to be a “shift- less” set of Blobbs (h now es, and ). had broug ptive thus fa way to New York, where the rascal was to suffer the penalty for his crime at the hands of an out- raged Law The pen-alty is usually imprisonment. in the ‘* pen Own sudden fall of temperature to ow zero out in Colorado, the had been unable to utilize his breath asa means of rapid transit—for fear of its o he had brought his prisoner East by the railway route. They had alighted from the car 39 degre detective and were t. his manacles in an effort detective, appled with the ¢ in a death-grip, they fell from sgether., Sardinio, to his horror, t downwards in the smokestack steamer in the river beneath, nd the brave Bonaparte plunging headlong after him! Down, down, down tothe fiery furnace of the steamboat below Peanutti went!—the “Shadower” following and clinging to the ir,—-where incineration to ashes in coals seemed to assuredly ’wait them both! * * * . . . The astonished stoker of the ‘ Water nearly fainted with fright, as the comicbooks.com