They even borrowed Josiah’s clothes. Why, Bamber wore Josiah’s best pantaloons more than Josiah did. He got so, he didn’t act as if he could ster out without Josiah’s best pantaloons. He’d keep a-tellin’ that he wus goin’ to get a new pair, but didn’t get ’em, and would hang onto Josiah’s. And Josiah had to stay to home a number of times, jist on that account. And then he’d borrowed Josiah’s galluses. Josiah had got kinder run out of galluses, and hadn’t got but one pair of sound ones. And Josiah would have to pin his pantaloons onto his vests, and the pins would loose out, and it wus all Josiah could do to keep his clothes on. It made it awful bad for him. I know, one day, when I had a lot of company, I had to wink him out of the room a number of times, to fix himself, so he would look decent. But all through it, I kep’ still and never said a word. I see we wus loosin’ property fast, and had lost every mite of comfort we had enjoyed, for there wus some on ’em there every minute of the time, a’most, and some of the time two or three of ’em. Why, Mrs. Bamber used to come over and eat breakfast with us lots of times. She’d say she felt so manger that she couldn’t eat nothin’ to home, and she thought mebby my vittles would go to the place. And besides losin’ our property and comfort, I’ll be hanged if I didn’t think, sometimes, that I should lose my pardner by ’em, they worked him so. But I held firm. Thinkses I, to myself, it must be that Josiah will get sick of neighborin’, after awhile, and start ’em off. For the sufferin’s that man endured could never be told or sung. Why before they had been there a month, as I told Miss Scwelz, she was to our house a-visitin’, and Josiah was in the buttery a-churnin’, and I knew he wouldn’t hear, says I, “They have borrowed everything I have got, unless it is Josiah.” And if you’ll believe it, before I had got the words out of my mouth, Mr. Bamber’ses sister opened the door, and walked in and asked me “If I could spare Mr. Allen to help stretch a carpet.” And I whispered to Miss Scwelz, and says I, “if they hain’t borrowed the last thing now, if they hain’t borrowed Josiah.” But I told the girl “to take him in welcome.” (I was very polite to ’em, and meant to be, but cool). So I tuk holt and done the churnin’ myself, and let him go. But I must stop now for I see Josiah a-comin’ across the field to supper, and curius to tell, he’s always hungry for supper. Boys and husbands allus is hungry. Another time I’ll tell what came of borrowin’ Josiah. [THE END.] [Illustration: MRS. WINSLOW’S SOOTHING SYRUP For Children While Teething CHILDREN TEETHING] FOR CHILDREN WHILE CUTTING THEIR TEETH An Old and Well-Tried Remedy FOR OVER FIFTY YEARS. Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup