The snow was particularly light and fluffy, andit settled on the sidewalks like fine gcose feathers. The janitor of a certain flat is a son of Ham. built like a Hercules. The janitor of the next flat is a son of Erin. The two recognize no color line, and are great friendo. Before the son they rose to clear the sidewalks of the snow ere it should be trampled down by pedestrians. Both'were equipped with snow shovels. "By golly, Pat," shouted the herculean son of Ham. after he had been working for a few minutes. ' 'dis yar snow am so feadery dat shovelin it ain't no good nohow. 'Minds me of pushing f og." "Well, begorra," replied Pat, without looking np from his wort. "eet a fan and fan ït off."