“Yes, I’m afraid so,” growled Carroll. “I can’t imagine any other reason for his actions. The little ingrate! I’ve been pretty good to that kid. I never thought that he’d do me a trick of this sort.” He paced the floor nervously, his big fists clenched. “Great grief!” he muttered. “Can it really be possible that all our trouble has been for nothing--that we’re not going to publish those wonderful snapshots, after all?” Hawley patted his shoulder soothingly. It was in forlorn situations of this sort that the Camera Chap’s sunny disposition showed up to the best advantage. “Cheer up, old scout!” he said to Carroll. “After all, there’s that corking editorial of yours. Even without the pictures, it’ll make quite a hit in to-morrow’s front page.” “No, it won’t,” groaned Carroll. “That editorial won’t go on to-morrow’s front page. I might as well tear it up. Don’t you see that I wouldn’t dare publish it without the pictures? Those fellows would sue me for libel. They’d swear that my statements were false, and, without the photographic evidence, I couldn’t prove that they weren’t.” “I guess you’re right there,” said the Camera Chap thoughtfully. “It’s too bad that that fine piece of writing should go to waste. Well, better luck next time, I---- Where are you going, Fred?” For Carroll, muttering something under his breath, had stepped hastily toward the door. “I’m going down to the pressroom to cancel that order for extra papers,” the proprietor of the _Bulletin_ explained gloomily. TO BE CONTINUED. * * * * * WORSE AND WORSE. There was a notice in the barber’s shop window reading “Boots Blacked Inside.” A pedestrian halted and read and reread the notice, and then opened the door and said: “That ought to be shoes. Not one man in fifty wears boots in the summer.” The barber didn’t say anything, but, after due reflection, concluded that the man was right, and so changed the notice to read: “Shoes Blacked Inside.” He had scarcely put it up when the same man came along again and opened the door to say: “No one wants the inside of his shoes blacked. We pay to have the shine on the outside.” The barber puzzled over it for a while, and realized that the man was right again, and next day the notice was replaced by one reading: “The outside of shoes blacked inside.” “That’s perfectly correct,” said the fault finder, as he came along in the afternoon. “Never give yourself away on the English language.” * * * * * THE NEWS OF ALL NATIONS. Dies Preaching on Death. “Prepare to live and you will be prepared to die,” said the Reverend R. G. Collison, addressing a large congregation in the tabernacle of the Oregon Christian Church Convention, at Turner, Ore. As he spoke he sank to the floor of the pulpit and died within a few seconds. Death was caused by apoplexy. Dyestuff Makers Cheerful.