When quite young, at school, Daniel was one day guilty of a gross violation of the rules. He was detected in the act, and called up by the teacher for punishment. This was to be the old-fashioned “feruling” of the hand. His hands happened to be very dirty. Knowing this, on his way to the teacher’s desk, he spit upon the palm of his right hand, wiping it off upon the side of his pantaloons. “Give me your hand, sir,” said the teacher, very sternly. Out went the right hand, partly cleaned. The teacher looked at it a moment and said: “Daniel! if you will find another hand in this school-room as filthy as that, I will let you off this time!” Instantly from behind his back came the left hand. “Here it is, sir,” was the ready reply. “That will do,” said the teacher, “for this time; you can take your seat, sir.”--From Lincoln’s Stories, by J. B. McClure. LINCOLN’S LONG LIMBS DRIVE A MAN OUT OF HIS BERTH. There was one story of his career that the late George M. Pullman told with manifest delight, which is thus related by an intimate friend. One night going out of Chicago, a long, lean, ugly man, with a wart on his cheek, came into the depot. He paid George M. Pullman 50 cents, and half a berth was assigned him. Then he took off his coat and vest and hung them up, and they fitted the peg about as well as they fitted him. Then he kicked off his boots, which were of surprising length, turned into the berth, and, having an easy conscience, was sleeping like a healthy baby before the car left the depot. Along came another passenger and paid his 50 cents. In two minutes he was back at George Pullman. “There’s a man in that berth of mine,” said he, hotly, “and he’s about ten feet high. How am I going to sleep there, I’d like to know? Go and look at him.” In went Pullman--mad, too. The tall, lank man’s knees were under his chin, his arms were stretched across the bed and his feet were stored comfortably--for him. Pullman shook him until he awoke, and then told him if he wanted the whole berth he would have to pay $1. “My dear sir,” said the tall man, “a contract is a contract. I have paid you 50 cents for half this berth, and, as you see, I’m occupying it. There’s the other half,” pointing to a strip about six inches wide. “Sell that and don’t disturb me again.” And, so saying, the man with a wart on his face went to sleep again. He was Abraham Lincoln. LINCOLN’S JOKE ON DOUGLAS. On one occasion, when Lincoln and Douglas were “stumping” the State of Illinois together as political opponents, Douglas, who had the first speech, remarked that in early life, his father, who he said was an excellent cooper by trade, apprenticed him out to learn the cabinet business. This was too good for Lincoln to let pass, so when his turn came to reply, he said: