A Cruel Hoax

Last cvening, just before sundown, a gentjeinan who was Ritting by his window on North B strect, casually remarkcd : "There goos the woman that George Rrown's dead gone on." His wife, who was in a back room getting supper ready, dropped a píate on the floor, stumbled over the baby, and ran like ii ouarter korse to the window with : " Where, wlicre, teil me quick !" "The One with tho long cloak- just at the corner." Then the worpan at the window said in tones of deep disgust : " Why, that's Brown'a wife." "Yes, ezactly," remarked the brutal husband, quietly. Then the disappoiDted woman went back and got the supper ready, but her usually sweet disposition was soured for the cntire eveniag.