He Was Cutting The Grass

Johnes' nouse is so situated' that his back yard is coinpletely hemmed in by the back yards ol pighbors with whorn he is upon speaking terms. As Johnes , is one of th'j most sociable íellows in the world hfc rather likes Lhis arrangement, and form his hammoek lie every pleasant evenlng carrles on a lively conversation with these neighbors to ! the satisfactlon of all concerned. But i it has its incoiivenience sidf, as Johnes realized ■ .:. ■. ':er night when, sickle in hand, he started to trim the grass. Smith was the flrst neighbor to discover Johnes at work, and he opened the ball with: "Ah, there, old man, cutting the grass, eb.?" Johnes aüowed that he was cutting grass and incidentally remarked that nnless Smith called his pet cat over into its own yard the chances were good for puss finishing her existence on wooden legs. The cat carne back. Then Johnson came out, filled his pipe, strolled up to the fence and inquired: '"What are you up to now, Johnes - cutting your grass?" Johnes replied that it ought to be evident to a man possessed of good eyesight that he was doing something of the kind. "Well, there's no use in getting uppish about it, is there?" queried Johnson. Before Johnes could reply Neighbor Allen had come upon the scène. "Well, well, well," said he, "I'm glad to see you working. Cutting the grass, en?" "No,sir," shouted Johnes, "I'm whitewsshing the fence a deep crimson," and throwing the sickle into the middle of a sed of pansies that his wife ! ad set out that aft.er.ioon, he walked into the house. The neighbors looked at each other in astonlshment for a moment and then there carae to them upon the erening air the melody, as jerkily played upon the piano with one finger, "There Are Moments When One Wants to 15e