A Well-spent Life

A scène in a far Western State. A villago composed mostly oi' rudo niiiiing lints i;alli:il ■' housi.s," " cottages," etc, though really thcy wore but " shanties." An old jnau sick on his bed. A friend, Governor J. W. Xye, seeing that liis end was close at hand, showed him inany kind attentions and endcavored to eaaë his sufferings in every possible way. Onu day when it was quitu evident that the poor pationt could last only a few hours, thn Governor said to him : " Diivis, it is undoubtedly best that you should know the trutli : you are a v ry sick man, and will, in all probability, live but a short tuin'. Aro your aifairs in the eondition that you would wish to have themf I should be glad to do auything for you, you know." " Yes ; they're all right." " Well, would you liku to writo to any of your folks Kast ? " No, not now - aftor it is over." " Would you liko niü to cali in a minister 'f The sick man, by a great efl'ort of wil ovor a weak and shattered body, drow himself up in bed so as to bo in a sittiug posture, and etemly, most ioberly an eamostly said : " Why, Goveroor, wha should 1 want a minister ir 'i I ruver voted anything bat a Democratie ticket in my Ue."