A Rat Story

I was talklng wit h a Michigan avenue saloonkeepor t!i.' other evening when I noticed a lárice rat crawling out froni behiiid the bar. I observed tiluat 'its niotion WM very unstcady, and called the saloon keeper's .attent.ton to it. "I know." BBiá he in a tone of indifference, tlnged with, disgust. "He's ike many one elso, lie eouldn't stand prosperity." "Oouldn't (-tand prosperity ?" I rppeated. "Thaf.s wliat I aaid. I once tet a Iot o' Htore ly tilibt rat. He was so islif k, snnart and well-ljeíiaved tliat I ,s(irt o' eoítened to hita f rom the ürst. He 'had the inildest eye I ever mi ;m' 'tlie i-unnmVst nose. And a ■ail- why even iiow where 'ud you ind a íiandeomer one ? Sny, I just ook a 'íancy to tliat rat and nothin' m the lunch counter was too good OT him. He liad the full run of enough ircad and cJheeee and bologna to supirt a íaniily. Uut he eouWni tand it." "No ? Hou wem that '.'"' "Took to drink. Poet. Found his .-iy one unlucky day to the pan that olds tlie boer drippln'fl and lir's been uil every day since. Look at liim ow. líe ciin't walk straight and is teil followB after liim like a Black ow line." j "And doee he drink to fjet drank?" "Gets fuller 'en 40 cats eometimos, nd nearly always etupid. Lost all is self-respect, no get-up in liim any more. Tlvere's something demoralizilc, anyway," he added. "in this saoon .business."- Kvtning Newa. j Ilood's Pilis cure liver ills, ] ice, biliousTiesp, eiek headache, ! Upa ti on. j