A Perverse Memory

I know a lady who keepsa boarding liouse - a charming woman, always solicitous of the comfort of lier household, but with a peculiarity. She "vmembered faces but not ñames." Núw it never mattered 'o me that v. lil, every cup of cotíee or tea she gave me I was rechristened. On the contrary I found it very entertaining. ]5ut this did distress her daugbter, All in vain she labored with lier mother, who smilingly went on in her own way in spite of her. But there carne a time and occasion whcn herdaughter set hor lieart upon her motlier's addressing a gentleman stranger correctly. All through the day of the evening on which he was expected, the daughter could be heard to say as she followed her mother from room to room, "Now remembe-r, his name s Mr. Cowdrpl to which the mother in every insLance would replv, "Yes, dear, 1 am sure I know it, Cordrt'." The stranger took his seat at the table. That blessed woman, with a smile like an angel's and aself-possession 1 have never seen surpassed, looked Bweetly across the board and inquired. "Mr. Dry-OOW, do you take cream and gugar?" Boston Transcript,