A New Breakfast Dish

Mr. Setemup carne down stairs to a ten o'clock breakfast with a vacant countenance añil a baekward tcndoncy in liis liair that made his two oyes ache. Ho sat down at the table and, ploking up his knife and fork, glared in nneasy wonder at something in the platter before him. It had evidently been friod in butter and was intended for food. Mr. Setemup harpoonod t with his fork and iifled il tip bodily, gazlng at il with ever increasing wonder. "What under the son," he exclaiuied at lust "is thisthing?" "VVell," replied his patiënt wife, with just a shadow of a sigh, "it looks like your new soft feit hat, and that is what I thought it was, but you pulled it out of your pocket when you came home this morning and said it was a nice porter-houae steak and you wantod it broilod for brcakfast. You need'nt L'ivc me any of it; l'm not huiigiy." Aiul Mr. Setemup, who was just wild to know what else he said when ho oame home, and what time it was, for the life of him didn"t dare to ask. - Burlington Iltiwkeie. - A prominent newspaper man in San Franci ico reoently oelebrated the seoond anniversary of liis marriage by a paper wedding. The presenta wer of paper, and included pictures, books, napkma, table covers, maïs and tidies, lamp shadee, glove and handkerohief boxea and wriling paper. The gilfests wore (ancifnl caps of paper.