His Splendid Memory

They were an irapecunious ci'owd hanging around astrcet corner in Austin. Loping tliat somc friend would come along and offer to treat, for they were very dry. And you will notice that a man is never so horribly tbirsty as when ho is broke. A friend did come nlong after a while, but hc was nobetter iixcd than the rest of them in a pecuniary way; but he had resources in wit and invention that made h i m wcallhy Ihat day. It was ïom Anjerry, reoently suspended from the Univei'sity of Toxas for playing pranks on the faculty. "What's up?'' Bsked Tom, observing the anxious countcnances af hls friends. 'Wc are hard up," replied one of the fellows. "We have been waiting here, hoping some friend would come along and invite us to beer. Can you go it, Tom?" "I'm broke, too," saicl Tom; "but I will see what I can do. Follow me." Then Tom led the way to a neighboring beer saloon and ordered the beer as tlicy were absorbins the beverage, "memorv is ono ot tho greatest fjifts to man. Without it we would be; deprived of recalling the past, wiiich s half tho pleasure of living. All men oí intelligence havr good memories. He re is our friend, the barkeeper. You have only to look at him to 3e that his íneniory is first-class." The barkeeper blushed a little at the implied tribute to bis intellect. 'You have a gooil memorv, liaveyou not?" said Tono. "I havo, indeed,' promptly replied the rúan behind the bar. "It is no trouble to yon to í-oinembor thíngs." "Not at all." "Then," said Tom, "will you please remember these drinks? They are on me.'' "They are 011 me, this time," said the barkeeper, realizing tlie stnaiation at a glanco, "bat don't play that game again." - Texas Sifling.