His Animal Food

Pat Shinnegau works on the Allen place, and his mind is no poetio mind, and whatever comes into it receives a literal conetruction that soinetimes tnakes it unrecognizable when it comes out agaiü. In fact, Pat's mind is a very sausage machine of a inind. Now, it happens that Pat was feeling ill for soiao days, and so, as his employer is au M. D., inil fiedgod, albeit soruewhat young in years, Pat applied to him for a reraedy. The doctor asked the eymptoma, feit his pulse, examiued his tongue, and did whatever else profesBiünal etiquette demanded. Then he Bitid : "Patrick, yon're rnn down a bit, that's all. What you need is animal food. " And Pat departed quite contentad. About two days afteiward the doctor happened to think of his case, and called on Pat in the stable. "Well, Pat, " said he, "hoy are we getting on v?ith the treatment?" "Oh, shure, sir," said Pat, "Oi manage all right witli the grain and oats, but it's har-rd with the chopped hay." -Boston Budget.