A Conundrum

"Say, Jano, why iá- why is Butlers eye like a favorite fruit?" "Like a favorite fruit?- which eye?" "Either of 'em." " Why- becaue, Saín, ii's one oí a pear." "No - no - great deal better'n that." " Hccausc- Sam- because - its apple " "Not at all! Jaue, you ain't nowhn'e it." " Lemme try agaiu, Sao: UuUer's c-yo ?- because it is under glass- i-ouservatones, you kuow." "Jane.my opinión of you is that vou're growiug idiotie. You'd betfeí hiré a hall." P oouít git mud, Swnuel, tocB í t gucss lfc ílltí hm" time. la it anything about cyc.s mglass?" "No, feimpletou, it is not. ' "But'ler's eye, tíam- fruit?- becausc it'. Bubjeot to excise- Xf.yeK, yoa know." 'No, thataiii't it, Jeuuy, thuiigh Chata yeiy gooJ." "Orauges - lef'K sije- Tjecadse ohe of liis -y i-1 lim; 'un." "Olí, do; you'n luasta ..■■ ''":k. " B.Miu.-ie it doesn't guge quite piar. !"NÜ! Jane, be still!" "lieeaue it ís íafñiotejd witli 8t.raybf-rr'isrnu8- you "" ! derstan 1 Ï" "Jaut?, R'.op! 'úíy lil áohes awful- it'r béoiewsM u.'ts qbutH ! - (Iriiphic. j Onb mail-bág f rom Plymouth, AJúss., is devoted exounivdy to Míiy-ilowere, tifty packages of whioli are i n un averi aire sent out from the little town.