“But when he got there, everything went so dead against the prisoner that if he hadn’t knowed he’d done the killin’ himself, he’d ’a’ thought sure he was guilty. He got kind of dazed at last, and didn’t seem to know nothin’ till he found himself in a room with the rest of the jury, an’ all eleven of ’em wanting to hang the man that he knowed was innocent. Then he came to his senses and voted against ’em, an’ when they asked him for his reasons, he told ’em the story I’ve been tellin’ you.” Giles Conway stopped and gazed stolidly into the eyes of his audience, who had gathered around him till they hemmed him in on every side. “An’ what did they do with him?” asked the foreman at last. “I don’t know,” he answered slowly. “It ain’t decided yet, for Jack Wilder was the man that run off with Milly, an’ it was me that killed him.” NOT TO BE OUTDONE IN POLITENESS. A rich old man lying on his deathbed had assembled his three nephews to acquaint them with the manner in which he intended to dispose of his property. “To you, my dear John, as you have always been a steady and dutiful nephew, I have left the sum of twenty thousand dollars.” “Thank you, my dear uncle,” said John, burying his face in his pocket handkerchief to conceal his emotion. “I only hope you may live to enjoy it yourself.” “You, also, Thomas, have been a good lad. I have, therefore, left you the sum of fifteen thousand dollars.” “Thank you, my dear uncle. I only hope you may live to enjoy it yourself.” “As for you, Frank, you have been a sad dog; to you, therefore, I have left the sum of twenty-five cents to buy a rope to hang yourself with.” “Thank you, my dear uncle,” said the dutiful nephew. “I only hope you may live to enjoy it yourself!” THE NEW WEATHER SYSTEM. By MAX ADELER.