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[7 WAS a habit of the emperor Napoleon when in a jocund mood to playfully pinch the ears of his marshals and counselors. One evening, just before retiring, he ap- proached Josephine and, after taking her play- fully by both ears and shoving her head through a plate-glass mirror, said thoughtfully, “ Josephine?” «Yes, sire,” she responded after picking the glass out of her mouth, “Do you know what's the fare to Sioux Falls, South Dakota?” “No, sire,” she replied. “Well, I do, and here’s a cheque for the amount,” he murr ured; ana . “ing abruptly he hurried from the room. This delicate apprisal of his ambitions was too much for“ Josie” and she swooned in the arms of Talleyrand, who appropriated the cheque. (To be continued) HE WANTED AN APP Tiirsty THROCKMORTON (s0ith a penitent s06)—"*Ah, lady, it's awful easy to acquire aterrible thirst fer liquor nowadays.” Mas, WELLMENT—"" I suppose the temptations are many.” Tutesty THxockMoRTON—"' Indeed they is, ma'am, wid salt down ter five cents a bag. Cud yer spare me de price uv a bag, lady?" SHE DIDN'T THINK SO. NORA was in her litle night-dress. Mrs, Strong, having given her a good-night kiss, reminded her gently, as usual, not to forget her prayer to God that she be made a good little girl. “ Must I ask Him that every night, mamma?” Nora asked gravely. “Yes, little one,” her mother te- plied. Nora was thoughtful for a mo- ment. “Mamma,” she said in an in- jured tone, “is I such a dreffully bad little girl as all that?" WHERE IT STUCK. Askit—" How's your new flying- machine, Mr, Malloy?" Mr. Malloy—" Well, th’ fioyin’ is ali roight, but it’s th’ aloightin’ thot “ROUGH ON THE OLD MAN.” bothers me.” PORTRAIT OF DAUBSEY BEERSLIE BY HIS MIRROR. Daupsey (to himself)—"* Thawt’s hawdly a good reflection, ye know~ but it's dweced awtistic bah Jove ! NO DOUBT OF THAT. oe wre was that man who ‘ builded wiser than he knew‘? “I don't know, Bobby; but he didn’t live in New York.” WOMAN'S CAUTION, She's such a careful woman that even after having let her fold- ing-bed down—— i —she looks under it to see if there are no burglars there.