Reformed His Father

"See liere, my son, you must eitlier retire from the junior partnership I've just given you or you must quit football," and the old merchant sat very straight in his office chair. "If it's a mere matter of choice, I prefer football." "Of course you do, jnst like any other featlier-headed boy, but your decisión in vol ves all your future prospects. Once out of liere you must shift for yourself. Understand that." After mach disuussion the old gentleman consented to let the young man play one more game, and to be present as a witness, mueh as lie disliked the "brutal and barbarous" sport. With lus ulster collar about lus ears, his face enveloped in frowns and his hands in his pockets, the stern old man of business saw the kiek-off. Inside of three minutes his hands were beating the air while he shouted encouragement to the home eleven. "Go through 'em !" he yelled excitedly. "Tear 'em up ! That's it boys, pulverize 'em ! l)yn;imite 'em ! Go it, Charley," as his son tore around the end with the ball. "Get there, boy! Whoopee! Knock that fellow down if he tries to get in your way again. Keep a-humpin' lickity split, Charley ! Hooray, you threw that fellow a rod. Wish I could get hold of him. Tried to pull you down; I saw liini, the rascal. Good dodge ! Hip! Tiger ! You beat 'em all out, Charley. Never mimi what I said to-day. Beats anything I ever saw," and the floridfaced old gentleman who had been rusliing along the ropes like a madmnn was right there at the goal still puffing and shouting. Now father and son go to the games togetlier.-