W.M. rose to reply. All Screamersville turned out to hear him. William was a great favorite,--the most popular speaker in the country,--had the versatility of a mocking-bird, an aptitude for burlesque that would have given him celebrity as a dramatist, and a power of acting that would have made his fortune on the boards of a theater. A rich treat was expected, but it didn't come. The witness had taken all the wind out of William's sails. He had rendered burlesque impossible. The thing as acted was more ludicrous than it could be as described. The crowd had laughed themselves hoarse already; and even M.'s comic powers seemed, and were felt by himself, to be humble imitations of a greater master. For once in his life M. dragged his subject heavily along. The matter began to grow serious,--fun failed to come when M. called it up. M. closed between a lame argument, a timid deprecation, and some only tolerable humor. He was followed by E., in a discursive, argumentative, sarcastic, drag-net sort of speech, which did all that could be done for the defense. The solicitor briefly closed, seriously and confidently confining himself to a repetition of the matters first insisted, and answering some of the points of the counsel. It was an ominous fact that a juror, before the jury retired, under leave of the court, recalled a witness for the purpose of putting a question to him: the question was how much the defendants were worth; the answer was, about two thousand dollars. The jury shortly after returned into the court with a verdict which "sized their pile." THE PRAYER OF CYRUS BROWN BY SAM WALTER FOSS "The proper way for a man to pray," Said Deacon Lemuel Keyes, "And the only proper attitude Is down upon his knees." "No, I should say the way to pray," Said Rev. Dr. Wise, "Is standing straight, with outstretched arms, And rapt and upturned eyes." "Oh, no; no, no," said Elder Slow, "Such posture is too proud; A man should pray with eyes fast closed And head contritely bowed." "It seems to me his hands should be Austerely clasped in front, With both thumbs pointing toward the ground," Said Rev. Dr. Blunt. "Las' year I fell in Hodgkin's well Head first," said Cyrus Brown, "With both my heels a-stickin' up, My head a-pinting down. "An' I made a prayer right then an' there-- Best prayer I ever said. The prayingest prayer I ever prayed, A-standing on my head." "Well told and dramatically strong, it breathes again the spirit of Dumas and Bulwer-Lytton."--_Portland Oregonian._ The Palace of Danger A STORY OF LA POMPADOUR By MABEL WAGNALLS _Author of "Stars of the Opera," "Miserere," etc._