Made To "see It."

" I can't see it," said Buffer. " Nobody eads all these little advertisements. It's reposterous to think of it." " But," said the editor, "you read what nterests you." " Yes." " If there is anything that you particularly want you look tor it." " Certainly." " Well, among the thouöands pon housands who help to make up this busy world of ours everything that is printed s read. Sneer as you please, I asBure you hat printers ink is the true open seasame o all the business success." And still, Buffer couldu't see it He [idn't believe that one-halí' of those little crowded advertisements were ever read. " Suppoae you try the experiment,' said he editor. "Just slip in an advertisament )f the want of one of the niost common hings in the world. For the sake of tho est I will give it two insertions free. Chat will enough; and may have it jamned into any out of the way nook of my japer you shall select. Two insertions of only threa Unes. Will you try it?" Buffer said of course he would try it. And he seleoted the place where he would have it published - crowded in under the head of ' Wants.' Aud he waited and saw aproof of his advertisoment, whieh appeared as follows : Wanted - A good house dog. Api)!y to JBUFFER, 375 Towser street, betwuuu the houri of ü and 9 p. m. Buffer went away smiling and nodding. Dn the following morning he opened his paper, and after a deal of hunting foand ais advertisement. At first it did not seem at all conspiouous. Certainly so insignificant a paragrapb, buvied in such a wildernessof paragraphs, could not attract iiotioe. After a time, however, it began to look more noticeable to him. The more he looked at it the plainer it grew. Finally it glared at him froiu the closely printed page. But this was because he was the person particularly interested. Of course it would appear conspicuously to him. But it would not be so to others. That evening Mr. Buffer was just sitting down to tea (Buffer was a plain, old t'ashioned man, andtook tea at six), when bis door bell was rung. The servant announoed that a man was at the door with a dog to sell. " Teil him I don't want one." Six times Buffer was interruptcd while taking tea by men with dogs t j sell. Buffer was a man who would not lie. He bad put his toot in, and he must take it out manfully. The 2!3d applicant was a small boy with girl in company, who had a ragged, dirty poodle forsale. Buffer bought the poodle ot the boy, and immediately presented it to the girl, and then sent them off. To the next applicant lie was able truthf ulij' to answer, " Don't want any more. I've bought one." The stream of callers continued until near ten o'olock, at which hour Buffer locked up and turned off the gas. On the following evening as Buffer approached the house he found a crowd assembled. He counted 39 men and boys, each one of whotn had a dog in tow. There were dogs of every grade size and color, and growl, and howl. Buffer addressed the motly multitude, and inforined them he had purchased a dog. "Then what d'yer advertise forV" And buffer got his hat knocked over his eyes before he reached the sanctuary of his home. Never mind about the trials and tribulations of that night. Buffer had had no idea that thera were so many dogs in exlstence. With the aid of three policeman he got through alive. On the next morning he visited his friend, the editor, and acknowledged the corn. The advertisement " wanted was taken out, and in the most conspicuous place, and in glaring type, he advertised that he didn't want ony more dogs. And for this advertisement he paid. Then he went home and posted upon his door. " Gone into the country." Then he hired a special policeman to guard his property, and then he locked up and went away with his family. Prom that day Josephus Buffer has never been heard to express doubts concerning the efficacy of printer's ink ; neither has he asked, " Who reads advertisements ?"