A Riddle

A Kansas City mother who was much occupied in good works, needed rest She took her children to one of the southern winter resorts. One day she thoug-ht she would attend a little to teaching her own little boy -at least to find out if he knew the cateehisra. "What is the chief end of man?" The boy answered: "The head." The mother laughed, when Tommy said: "I did not know you were asking me riddles."- Wide A wake. - Oliver Wendell Holmes, who recently became eighty-threp years old, had the good fortune, the distinguished honor, as he terms it, of being born the same year with Gladstone, Darwin, Tennyson and Lincoln. The genial doctor, philosopher and poet was very "smart" and active when his last birthday was celebated. His eye was bright and his ind clear, and his sense of humor as keen as when the "autocrat" was young. The only literary work whicli he now has in hand is a volume reminiscenses, to which he devotes a brief part of the morning. The remainder of the day is given to the enjoyment of life and the preservation of his health. - If man can by art inake of ashes th curious glass, why can not an omnipotent God, of dust and ashes, make