“It is the truth,” Inspector Sheridan returned quietly. “The speech you have just made on this platform is enough to convict you. But, in addition to that, I have arrested the carrier who handed the letter to your man, Bill Hillman, and I have a complete confession from him. We have such a good case, Boss Coggswell, that we are fully confident of the result. Not only are you going to lose the leadership of this district, but you are going away for a few years to keep your friend and accomplice, Jake Hines, company in prison.” And, although he was not the seventh son of a seventh son, Post-office Inspector Owen Sheridan proved to be a true prophet. THE END. “SOLD.” As the man went across the street, several persons saw it, and turned to laugh at him. The second boy, who was waiting across the street, ran up to the man and said: “Mister, there’s a card hooked to your coat behind. Let me take it off.” “Goodness me!” said the man. “How did that get there?” “One o’ them ragamuffins put it on, I s’pose.” “Confound them! Well, here’s a dime for you.” Two minutes later the good little boy hung it on a fat man, and his partner on the other side collected another dime. He had to ask for it, but he got it. A man would be a brute to refuse a dime to a poor boy who had done him such a service. A SMART TOAD. Professor Botkins tells of a remarkable instance of intelligence exhibited by a garden toad. He was watching the efforts of his pet toad to capture a very large worm. The toad had been sitting still, and giving no sign that it saw anything. The worm gave a little wriggle as it began to come out of the ground, when, quick as a flash the toad made a leap, and seized the end of the worm in its mouth. Then began a tug of war. Every time that the toad gave a pull, the worm drew back. But the toad was not to be discouraged. It jerked and jerked until it fairly stood on its hind legs. Still it could not dislodge the worm. He glanced down again, and saw the toad twisting its legs about until the worm was wrapped twice around it, then the toad gave a hop, and out came the worm. IT WAS FOUND. An Irish clergyman, riding from his home to chapel one morning had the misfortune to lose a new cloak, which he carried attached to his saddle. Before commencing his discourse, he thought well to advertise the loss of the garment and to enlist the services of the congregation in its recovery. “Dearly beloved,” he began, “I have met with a great loss this morning. I have lost my fine new cloak. If any of you find it, I hope you will be so good as to bring it home to me.” “It’s found, yer riverence,” cried a voice from the bottom of the chapel. “God bless you, my child!” exclaimed the pastor, with unction. “It’s found, sir,” continued the voice; “for I kem that road this mornin’, an’ it wasn’t on it.” TOO SHARP BY A THIRD. Harry had just begun to go to school, and was very proud of what he had learned.