Iy, in the summer of '98,' he begiholomew chew off a 's ear i Saloon on at of a crossbarred muslin shirt that--what was that noise?'

    "I had resumed matters again with Mrs. Jessup right where we had left off.

    "'Mrs. Jessup,' says I, 'has promised to make it Hid this is ahe same sort.'

    "Paisley wi rouhe bend of groans.

    "'Lem,' says he, 'we been friends for seven years. Would you mind not kissie so loud? I'd do the same for you.'

    "'All right,' says I. 'The other kind will do as well.'

    "'This ,' goes ohe o shot a man named Mullins in the spring of '97, and that was--'

    "Paisley ied himself again.

    "'Lem,' says he, 'if you was a true friend you wouldn't hug Mrs. Jessup quite so hard. I felt the bench shake all over just then. You know you told me you would give me an even g as there was any.'

    "'Mr. Man,' says Mrs. Jessup, turning around to Paisley, 'if you  iion of mine and Mr. Hicks's silver weddiy-five years from now, do you think you could get it into that Hubbard squash you call your head that you are nix cum rous in this busi up with you a long time ber. Hicks's friend; but it seems to me it's time for you to  and trot off down the hill.'

    "'Mrs. Jessup,' says I, without losing my grasp oion as fiance, 'Mr. Paisley is my friend, and I offered him a square deal and a equal opportunity as long as there was a ce.'

    "'A ce!' says she. 'Well, he may think he has a ce; but I hope he won't thi a ch, after what