A New Ailment

It ia very hard for our Blx-year-old boy to be quiet in cburch. Al'ter one particularly re;tless eesslon, we promised hirn a sevore punisliment if it occurred again. The noxt Sunday morning, instead of being in his usual high spirits, he was languid and heavy-cyed, with scarcely a word or sinile. There was much sickness about, and selzed with sudden apprehension, I exelaimed: "Papa, that boy la cortainly 111. He hasn't seemed natural thls morning. , I'm sure he looks pale." Caliing the child lo ne to see lf he were feverish. I said: "Are you sick this morning, dear?" "Oh no," he replied with a tone oí great resignatlon, "I ain't sick; I'm only gettin' rcady to be good." - Ram'b Horn.