In an old Hindu manuscript was found this remarkable decision of a dispute. Two travelers sat down to dinner; one had five loaves, the other had three. A stranger passing by desired permission to eat with them, which they agreed to. The stranger dined, put down eight pieces of money, and departed. The proprietor of the five loaves took up five pieces and left three for the other, who objected, and claimed half. The case was brought before the chief magistrate, who gave the following judgment: “Let the owner of the five loaves have seven pieces of money, and the owner of the three loaves one.” Now, strange as this decision may appear at first sight, it was perfectly just; for, suppose the loaves to have been divided into three equal parts, making twenty-four parts of all the eight loaves, and each person to have eaten a third share, therefore, the stranger must have eaten seven parts of the person’s bread who had the five loaves--or fifteen parts when divided--and, of course, only one belonging to him who contributed three loaves, or nine parts. SNAPSHOT ARTILLERY. By BERTRAM LEBHAR. (This interesting story was commenced in No. 153 of NICK CARTER STORIES. Back numbers can always be obtained from your news dealer or the publishers.) CHAPTER XX. A RASCAL’S LUCK. It was quite by accident that young Mr. Gale, son of the proprietor of the _Chronicle_, learned of the _Bulletin’s_ contemplated exposé of police conditions in Oldham. He happened to be passing police headquarters just as Patrolman John Hicks, with whom he was acquainted, came out of that building. One glance at the policeman’s scowling face was sufficient to inform Gale that something was wrong. “What’s the matter, John?” he inquired. “You look worried.” “I am worried, Mr. Gale,” Patrolman Hicks replied. “Something happened to me last night while I was on duty that has got my goat. Walk up the street with me a little ways, and I’ll tell you all about it.” Gale, scenting a possible story for the _Chronicle_, eagerly accepted this invitation. “It was shortly before two this morning,” Officer Hicks began. “I won’t deny that I was taking a little nap. You see, Mr. Gale, night work don’t agree with me at all. I think it’s an outrage to ask a human being to do it.” “Certainly,” Gale agreed heartily. “But what happened, John?” “What happened was this, Mr. Gale: I was leaning against a lamp-post, sort of dozing off--as I say, I’m not going to deny it--when all of a sudden there comes a flash of light which hits me right in the eyes, and a sort of explosion. Well, of course, I opens my eyes quick, and there, right in front of me, is a big black automobile with three young fellers in it. Before I can ask any questions, that automobile moves off rapidly up the street and disappears.”