Wished To Be Prepared

"I wish, my dear," said Mr. Frankfort to his wife, "that you would let the hired man bring my rifle down from the attic while I get some oíher chings ready." "Your rifle?" she repeated. "Surely you are not going hunting?" "Not at all." As he spoke he took a bowie knife from its sheath and began to sharpen It oareíully on a whetstone. "What is that knile for?" asked hls wife. "Well, I hopo I shall not have occaalon to use it, but it is best to be prepared." As he said this he examined his seven B-hot revolver, and fiUed the side pocket of his coat with cartridgcs. By thlE time the hired man had brought the rifle, and Mr. Frankfort made sure that he had a good supply of ammunition for the weapon." "My dear," begged his wife, "won't you teil me what all this means? Yon say you are not going hunting. Wi:at do you need of all these weapons?" "My darling," replied the brave man, "do not be anxious. It is more than probable that I shall return alive, but if not you will flnd my wlll made, and my life insurance policy is valid. Kiss me, dear, and hope for tho best." "But where, oh wihere, are you going?" "Have you forgotten that I am a member of the Kentucky legislature, my dear? I go to attend a regular 6ession." And before she could protest the brave man had snatched a kiss from