The Gingham Umbrella

"There!" she cried, in au excited voicp, "I should like to know what be-. come of that umbril. I sot it up agin the counter when I come iu, and afore I could turn round it's goue - and it was only Monday that I gin tour and six for't l" " What kind of an urnbrella was it, ma'am?" asked the polito clerk in his blandest tones. "A spiek and span new ghigham, young man," was the eagw response, "vvith an iv'ry handlo on't, and a " "Liko the one in your hand, ma'am, tor instance?" "Sakea alive!" sho exclaimed. And one might have thought she saw a serpent rather thm lier own "spiek and span ginghain," with it.s "iv'ry handie" clutched last in her hand. Sho colored up like a drugffiafa window, and went offamong unintelligible excuses. She never feit so flustered in all her born d:iys, as sho told Jeininia Aun when sho got home. M A WTiter in the Boston Transcript thus relato8 a tale of woo : ''Tlio young lady carne and tried to sell me a manuscript story. 'My teacher Hkes it,'she said when I repeatedour usual formula of no space, no money, no time and no anything to her. 'Teacher an editor?' I inquired mildly. 'No indeed,' was the answer, 'she's a persoa of refluement aud oducation. A vein of rich nrgentiferous gal ore has boen found twenty miles uof Arizona.