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JUDGE PROPER .AND RIGHT. There were two Mrs. Mungers in the village. One's husband ran a fish-market, while the other was known all over the county as a ternble gossip. What was more natural t . tinguished as Mrs. Fish Munger and Mrs. Scandal Munger. AROOSTOOK COUNTY, 1835. me down the centre of the old barn floor ina perfect flutter of loveliness, made a graceful pirouette to her part- ner at the end of the reel-line, went on the back-streteh with the white sand flying in a crystal whirl around her, and wound up at the starting point with: an_ und twist that shook a rose-bud from its nest at her thre caused the fiddler on the oat-bin to lose a measure and a half and be the cry of an infant was heard, and the master of ceremonies hurricd over into the corner from whence the sound came, and found a wee bit o s ing in the arms of its buxom country mother and raising angry protest at something which seemed to trouble it. “You'd betifr take your ward home, my good woman; it’s no piace for it here,” he said. tdont seem to be, an’ I'm goin’,” was the reply; “but how in the world you knew what my baby's name was is very puzzlin’,” and she wrapped up her treasure and went away. Tradition says that this was Mr. Ward McLaster’s first and only appearance in society other than the immortal * four hundred. THINGS LOOKING BRIGHTER. THE ESSENCE OF POLITENESS. Merchant—* Well, my dear, 1 made ssignment this forenoon.” (seeing a lady acquaintance on the Wife— That's good, and now Clara can go to a boarding-school, can't she?” ——_grounds)—""0 A THE MINUTES’ CONVERSATION OF SIX GIRLS. You had, too. I saw them.” What! yesterday ?” " Yes—yesterda SSYVHAT on earth did you do with my needle, Lou?” » such thing—not yesterday “It wasn't me. [had Lillie’s. Don’t pull the floss like that !" Well, I've got eyes, I hope. When we stood on the pier there, be- n [help it? Do move your chair alittle so I can get my fect up.” pu got into the boat, you had those long brown chamois.” Jen's shoes are just like yours!" “ That was Thursday. Jen's shoes never saw the day they'd look like mine; nor Jen’s fect, “It was yesterday! Maud, didn’t Lil have gloves on yesterday ?” neither.” “T guess you're thinking of me. I wore old dark ones.” Just see how my hands are tanned. The sun was blazing on the wate OVERHEARD BY A QUIET SCRIBE ON A HOTEL PIAZZA, I'm positive Lil had gloves on when we stood on the pier any w », that's a mistake, I didn’t really. My brown gloves were in * You had gloves on.” ay coat pocket. Honor bright !” “Thadn't.” “Oh, | suppose I've got to believe you. I must have been ed then, for I certainly saw those gloves.” 0; you saw mine; your brain's all right so far, Nell, You mistook the hands, the Who took her out this morning ?” “ Will Manning took her out.” * Of course, it’s the Wagyée. 1 should think 1 ought to know the Maggte, “ You ought to, but you don't. That's the “Oh listen—the Mystery! It's the Magy. “It's the Mystery.” “It's the Maggie, and Will Manning. He's got those Reilly girls on board. hope he'll ste k to their na “Will Manning couldn't sa Maggie. Wecouldn't sa “ He'd be a mighty clever seaman if he could, Miss Lil, “T know I'd be awfully red to go out with him,” “So would 1.” “1, too.” “I wouldn't dare go out with Will Manning. Would you, Laura?” “Well, that’s too bad, girls. He wants us ail to go. He told me to ask my party and he'd run us down to Cliff house for lunch.” “Oh my! he didn't. Did he, really ? “Yes, he did, and it’s the jolliest place for lunck—lots of But, of course, if you are all afra Who's afraid?" here isp’t any danger in the Magyse!” he idea of being afraid. I never said 1 was.” “Well, he’s putting in ne HE GOT A DEMERIT. sitet you Ie: ProrEssor oF CHEMISTRY—" Gi Jd in my hand a vial of soda. What * Let's go down to the pi chemical shall I combine with it to produce a “Oh, let's 1 Goons dy! Rustle, scamper, general stampede and grateful silence.