Misplaced Sentiment

the story a few weeks ago about a young feinale hat trimmer who wrote her name in a hat, and the buyer, who was young ■nd wealthy, sought her out aud married her. Since that story commencud traveling round all the female trimmers have tried the same dodge. It doesn't alwaya pay, as will "be seen by the following Btory told by the Danbury, Conn., News : " A girl in this town stitched her name inside the lining of a hatbenoath the statement : " I am thine : wilt thou be mine ? " and ■ent it adrift. After various vicissitudes it was purchased by a gentloinan, and took a positiun on his head. One day the lining oecame loose, and in endeavoring to fasten it in his eye rested upon the sentiment and the name, and he involuntarily cxclai mei], " D - n fooi. " When Hartha retum'ed to her home that day ■he was taken to a retired part of the cottege and warmed with a strap. The gentleman who got the hat was her father. " Why is the world like a piano? - Beaom it is full of sharpg and ftatg I