About The Weather

"Yon see, Georgië," said Mr. Wingleby, whose youthful son had asked him how we carne to have different kinds of weather, "the weather is put up in tin cans, a day's weather to a can, and usually they put up about a year's supply ahead, enough to last through a spring, Bummer, autumn and winter. In filling the cans they sort it all out as well as possible. Sometimes when they get a can f uil there roaybe a little left over, and whatever remains in this way they throw into one lot. When they've got pretty nearly all the cans f uil and the regular stock of' weather has run out, they fill up from that lot of odds and ends. The cans eo filled contain what is called variable weather, because it's mixed, but most of the weather they get pretty well sorted out aooording to the season. "When they've got all the cans fllled, they staok 'em up where they'll be handy to get at, and there's a man that does nothing but open them. Everyday he cuts a can and pours out the weather for that day, and of course a great deal depends upon him. Sometimes tbis man gets careless and pulls down a lot of the wrong cans, getting them, say, from the July shelf in the month of April and likely ap not getting down a week's supply at once, so as to have them handy on the opening table. Of course he discovers his mistake the flrst can he opens, but he is too lazy to put the rest back, and so he keeps on theu until he has opened them all, and that's hovv it comes about, as it sometimes does, that we get a hot spell at a season when we ought to have öotbing but cool weather. "But of course those April cans are not lost. They must be around somewhere, and we get 'em later. Maybe the man will spriukle them along with the hope that we won't; notice them much, but as likely as not he opens them one after another together, maybe af ter some terribly hot spell in July or August, when they are sure to be a blessed relief, and if he does this we are pretty apt to forgive him his mistake iu