As To The Paternal Mind

While rounding the post at the head of the stairs on his way to bed the sleepy old father oL the family knocked his tenderest corn against something hard. In the recoil he upset a broom, a dustpan and a coal bucket tbat somebody had left standing near the top step, and they went bauging down the stairway. In tbe parlor sat young Spoonamore. As he listened to the horrible racket and the energetic vocal outburst f rom the floor above that accompanied it he turued pale. "Is you father taking that method of showing his displeasure at my coming here, Miss Pinkic?" he whispered anxiously. "You needn't be af raid of papa, Mr. Spoonamore," she answered. "He has chaned his mind about you." "Is_is that the way he changes his mind?" he inquired, nervously fingering his hat.-