The Widower's Guest

A ootintryman entered the office of a dealer iii monuments. "I wiuit a stone to nut at the grave of my wife, " iu su id. "About whal size nud pnce?" "I dou't fcüöw. Kuf-aji was i good woman. A fcrifle sliurp mobbu at times, but she was a gond woman and never got tireci oí working. Just seemed to sort of fade away. íhe brought mo a tidy snm vhen I married ber, aud now I waut to put up a stone tbat her children and me kin be proud of. " "Did sbu die receutly?" asked the dealer sympathetically. "Not so very. It will be five years next mouth. I thougbt to put up a stone eooner, bat I've been too busy. Now Tve got around to it and want one right away." "Well, here's a book of designs. Select what you think will snit yon." "I dou't know inuch about suoh things, and you are iu tbe busiDCSs. I'd rutber you wonld take $50 and do the best yon can. I want snmthin showy. I'll tell you how it is, and tben you'll know the kind. I want to marry the Widtler Scioggs, and I heerd she said that I was too mean to even put a stone at the grave of niy ftrst wife, when she brought mo all my property. Put up a stone that will oatch tha eye of a widder and write a nice verse on it. If $50 ain't enough and you are sure a leetle more will holp ruewith the widder, put it ou, and I'll make it all right soon as I marry her. She's got a heap of property, aud while it seems a lot of money to put into a stoue, I reckon the chances are wuth it. " And the sorrow stricken widower paid $50 and inquired where he could set a present cheap thatwould suit a widow.-