The Fragrant Limburger

Some folks don't like the odor of Limburger cheese, but there are people who can't appraciate tho flavor of a well developed polooat. One evening, not very long since, a gentleman had made preparations to attend prayer meeting with his wife. Prior to starting he carne down to his place of business, and while there an acquaintanco discovered that he was about to engage in Wednesday evening devotion. Aocordingly he put up a villainous job. Procuring a huge slice of the most fragrant Limburger cheese to be had, he watched his opportunity, and just as the gentleman steppod out of the door to go home for his wife, slipped it in his pocket. The parties repaired to the church, and were soon seated side by side in a coinfortable pew near the stove. Soon the cheese began to grow loud. The sisters turned their heads about and looked as if a kraut barrel had exploded. The deacons elevated theirnoses and thought of the third plague of Egypt. The preaoher snielled a great sniell, and the wife of the unconscious odor casket nudged herspouse and askedifhe didn't smell something. "Mariar, it' 8 awful," he responded; " it must be in the coal." The more the assembly speoulated the louder the odor beoame, and finally all hands united in hurrying the prooeedings to a close. Arrived at home, and while preparing to retire, the gentleman discovered the cause of the unpleasantness, and removed it on a oouple of chips.