She Was Dyspeptic

One of Portland 's dyspeptic women - may their tribe decrease- was taking a dinner with friends, and when after picking over the good thiugs the last course had been reached, and the hostess rather doubtfully oSered her guest a piece of minee pie, the visitor said: "I don 't think I'd better take any. I can't eat minee pie unless it is very poor." The hostess said, "Perhapsthis would snit you, "and she finally doeided to try half a piece. This she ate with evident relish, and passing her plate said, "I think you may give me the rest of that pie; it just suits me." The good housekoeper is trying hard to convinee herself that she got a