5 
«* 
?) 
‘I don't want to bet. I would win,’ I 
«aid. 
“ ‘Bosh! I'll bet you $500 you can't, and 
•Sieve is the money. 
Out came a big roll of bills. Money al¬ 
ways looks tempting. He laboriously began 
counting, but suddenly stopped, and say¬ 
ing,’ ‘wait till l get a bite to eat,* he went 
to the lunch table. Then I t urned to the 
dominie, and said; ‘A fool and his money 
-ire soon parted.* Some one will get that 
all away from him. We'll just bet: with 
him to teach him a lesson, for you see the 
dice count twenty-one however you turn 
them. Then when we have won the 
anoiiey, we’ll give it back again—or we 
might make him give a donation for a fresh 
coat of paint for your church, to pay for 
•the lesson.' My pal got back at just the 
sight time, and again began to count his 
money. I took from my pocketbook what 
•seemed to be a certified check for $1000 on 
Che Park Bank, and laid it down, and then 
■ routed out $300. I turned to the parson 
and shoved over the check to him. ‘Hold 
that and give me $200. We’ll make him 
pay us a hundred out of his five, anyhow,’ 
I said. Tue parson brought out the money 
and then the barkeeper came up. 
“ t ‘ ‘What the —- are you two suckers 
doing? Gambling, eh! trying to fleece a man 
bn my place? I’ll fix you!' he said, as he 
-began to press a button over which the 
words ‘Fourteenth Police Precinct' were 
painted. 
“You’d have thought I was scared to 
death if you’d seen me grab up the spoildu- 
lix and skip. The tipsy man and the cler- 
geman followed. Some way the clergyman 
missed us outside.” 
“Hid he call on the police?” was asked. 
•“ I belive so. Ask the Hergent in the 
Foiirteenth precinct.” 
A pleasant-faced, slightly bald man sat 
behind the deskin the police station. To a 
question he said: 
“A preacher? Ye3 a few weeks ago one 
got caught betting on a sure thing on dice 
over there. He wanted to know if we 
■ could recover it. I told him I could, but j 
when he found that lie would have to ap- j 
pear in Court against the boys he said he j 
.guessed he’d let it drop.”— Phila.Record, ! 
ODDITIES. 
| The world is like a see saw, never balanced for 
a day; 
Your salary is always low just when you need the 
pay. 
The fellow at the ladder's top, 'to him all glory 
It es. 
While the fellow at the bottom is the fellow no one 
knows. 
No good are all the "have beens,” for in country 
and in town 
No one will care how high you’ve been when once 
you have come down; 
.No one will ask about you. for you never will be 
missed, 
And the mill will only grind for you white you sup 
ply the grist. 
One day you’re worth a penny, next day you're 
worth a pound; 
One day you're at the ladder's top, next day you’re 
on the ground. 
Life is nothing but a lottery, each day we clearly 
see; 
Such is the way the world wags on, at least for 
you and me. 
—.-■ 
Market Gardening. 
At the recent meeting of the Massachu¬ 
setts State Board of Agriculture the subject 
of Market Gardening was brought up for 
discussion. The following were among 
the most interesting sayings as reported by 
the New England Farmer: 
Capt. Moore gave statistics showing that 
Massachusetts in 1875, produced more than 
three and a half millions of dollar’s worth 
of garden crops, exclusive of potatoes and 
beans raised on farms, and some minor 
crops not enumerated in the census. The 
amount lias increased greatly in these last 
eight years, and it is not improbable that 
the present yield reaches $5,000,000. How 
to cheapen the production of these crops is 
a vital question both to the gardener and 
to the consumer. Location is an important 
factor, proper soil another. A warm, sandy 
loam with a slightly southern exposure, if 
within reach of an unlimited supply of ma¬ 
nure and water, will produce more than 
any other kind of soil in the State. Deep 
tillage must be secured; next in importance 
is heavy manuring. 1 ifteen to twenty 
cords of rich stable manure supplement¬ 
ed with a literal scattering of commercial 
fertilizer would both start the crops out to 
ithe end. Large crops pay far the best 
