Youth is the spring-time of life. It is the time to acquire information, so that we may show it off in after years and paralyze people with what we know. The wise youth will "lay low" till he gets a whole lot of knowledge, and then in later days turn it loose in an abrupt manner. He will guard against telling what he knows, a little at a time. That is unwise. I once knew a youth who wore himself out telling people all he knew from day to day, so that when he became a bald-headed man he was utterly exhausted and didn't have anything left to tell anyone. Some of the things that we know should be saved for our own use. The man who sheds all his knowledge, and don't leave enough to keep house with, fools himself. THEY FELL. Two delegates to the General Convocation of the Sons of Ice Water were sitting in the lobby of the Windsor, in the city of Denver, not long ago, strangers to each other and to everybody else. One came from Huerferno county, and the other was a delegate from the Ice Water Encampment of Correjos county. From the beautiful billiard hall came the sharp rattle of ivory balls, and in the bar-room there was a glitter of electric light, cut glass, and French plate mirrors. Out of the door came the merry laughter of the giddy throng, flavored with fragrant Havana smoke and the delicate odor of lemon and mirth and pine apple and cognac. The delegate from Correjos felt lonely, and he turned to the Ice Water representative from Huerferno: "That was a bold and fearless speech you made this afternoon on the demon rum at the convocation." "Think so?" said the sad Huerferno man. "Yes, you entered into the description of rum's maniac till I could almost see the redeyed centipedes and tropical hornets in the air. How could you describe the jimjams so graphically?" "Well, you see, I'm a reformed drunkard. Only a little while ago I was in the gutter." "So was I." "How long ago?" "Week ago day after to-morrow." "Next Tuesday it'll be a week since I quit." "Well, I swan!" "Ain't it funny?" "Tolerable." ***** "It's going to be a long, cold winter; don't you think so?" "Yes, I dread it a good deal." * * * * * "It's a comfort, though, to know that you never will touch rum again." "Yes, I am glad in my heart to-night that I am free from it. I shall never touch rum again." When he said this he looked up at the other delegate, and they looked into each other's eyes earnestly, as though each would read the other's soul. Then the Huerferno man said: "In fact, I never did care much for rum." Then there was a long pause. Finally the Correjos man ventured: "Do you have to use an antidote to cure the thirst?" "Yes, I've had to rely on that a good deal at first. Probably this vain yearning that I now feel in the pit of my bosom will disappear after awhile." "Have you got any antidote with you?" "Yes, I've got some up in 232 1/2. If you'll come up I'll give you a dose." "There's no rum in it, is there?" "No."