She entered his room one morning, and said, in a very decided tone: “You must either pay me my rent, or be off this very day.” “I prefer to be off,” said the student, who, on his side, was prepared for the encounter. “Well, then, sir, pack up directly.” “I assure you, madame, I will go with the utmost speed, if you will assist me.” “With the greatest of pleasure.” The student thereupon went to a wardrobe, opened a drawer, and took out a skeleton, which he handed to the woman. “What is that?” asked the landlady, recoiling a little. “That! Oh, that is the skeleton of my first landlord. He was inconsiderate enough to claim the rent for three quarters that I owed him, and then---- Be careful not to break it; it is number one of my collection.” The landlady was growing visibly pale. The student opened a second drawer, and took out another skeleton. “This--this is my landlady in South Street; a very worthy woman, but who also demanded the rent of two quarters. Will you place it upon the other? It is number two.” The landlady opened her eyes widely. “This,” continued the student, “this is number three. They are all here. A very honest man, and whom I did not pay, either. Let us pass on to number four.” But the landlady was no longer there. She had fled. AN OLD LADY’S DILEMMA. A friend of mine, who owned a pneumatic-tired bicycle, was explaining the different parts to his grandmother, who was paying him a visit. He finished up the account by saying: “And that little tube is where the air is blown in.” The old lady, who had never seen such a thing before, was very much puzzled. “Wonderful!” she said, after a moment’s pause of contemplation. “Wonderful! but do tell me, Sam, my lad, how on earth can you get your head in between the spokes to blow the air in?” THE NEWS OF ALL NATIONS. Like Bull in the China Shop. Oakville, Iowa, is a peaceful, prosperous, orderly town, but occasionally some strange thing happens, and one did the other evening. About eight o’clock, while the clerks in C. R. Walker’s department store were busy about their evening work, they heard a noise in the rear of the storeroom, and, upon investigation, found that a cow which had been driven into town by some farmer had found an open door and had come into the store and proceeded to make herself at home. The clerks got busy at once, and when they attempted to drive bossy out, she became frightened, started to run, and fell sprawling on the floor, knocked over boxes, hardware, canned goods, dry goods, et cetera. By twisting her tail until it resembled a great auger, the intruder finally consented to pass out. A Criminal Catcher. For more than twenty years Joseph L. Le Fors, of Sheridan, Wyo., has acted as detective for the Live-stock Association of Wyoming, and during that time has chased criminals all over the West and into Mexico.