His Halo Didn't Fit

The fellow who is always finding fauit and uhways criticising; who is never eatisfied with anything; with whom nothing however excellent, is so good but that it might be better, is known to us all. He is around, and we usually meet liim every day. Not a great while ago, so the story goes, one of this sort of cynics had a dream. He thought that he lied and went to Heaven. f.vwt. ttaing was beautiful. Streete wei-e of gold, houees of silver; fountains oí diamond furniehed a beautiful light; heavenly choirs made heavenly muBic; beautiful angels were radlant in their splendor; but some way his disposition hadn't changed by the transformaron. In wandering about ae was met by one of his old neighbors. "Helio, Tom," was the greeting, "you here ! Well, this is pretty. fine isn't it ? I remember you were not satisfied with things on earth very well, but surely you can find no fault here ! How do you like things, any'way ?" "H'in," growled Tom, "I don't llke them very well." "Don't llke them ! Why, what's the matter nov " "Matter enongh, I should think. Hero's a string broken on harp; sonic feathera have been pulled out of one of my wings, and my halo don't Ht rery darned well, either." The loud laughter that followed t!iis vinnouncement woke the sroivl■ i!]), and as he tells the storv self, -we must believe him. He say.s lie has not growled at a thing since. "W'ouhl tliat others of his Uk eould have :i similar e.xperience.