No Use For Trowsers

ïorniDg ot tho motooronc sbower ia 832, old PeytoQ Roborts, who intended mking on early start to his work. got p in the midst of the display. On gong to his door, he saw, with amazoment, ie sky lit up with tho falling motcors, nd ho concluded at once Ihu world was c fire, and that tho day of judgmenfc ïad come. He stood for a momont gazng iu speechless terror at the scène nd then with a yell of horror sprang ut tho door into the midst of tho talling tars, and there, in his efforts to dodge lem, he commencod a series of ground unibling that would have done honor 0 a rope-dancer. His wife, being wakened íd the mean time, and seeing 'eyton jumping and skipping about tho ara, bawled ont to him to know " what 1 the naine of common Pense, ho was oing out thar, dancin' around without lis elothes on." But Peyton heard not. 'ho judgmeut, and tho long back aoounts he would have to settle, made im hoedless of all terrostrial things, and lis wiíe, by this time, beooming alarmed t "nis behavior, sprang out of bed, and untriog to tho door, Shrieked at the top f her lungs - " Peyton I I say Peyton ! "What da ou mean, jumpin' thar ? Como and uit your trowsers on." "Trowseis! What the h I's the se of trowaors yhou the world is on ro?