Sunset Guns. Mr. Bascomb had scon wonders onough for his first day away from Banbury, but Just as ho had settled his tired head against tho back of a lounging chair, ho heard a distant boom. "What's that?" ho demanded, starting start-ing up. "Oh, that's tho sunset gun, Uncle Ezra " said his nephew's wife, in n soothing tone. "It goes off just as tho sun rises and sots." Mr. Bascomb's mild face took on a look that approached hostility. 'Tvo seen your talking machines and olectrlc bell pulls and underground under-ground rails and overhead trusties and kerrldges kiting hero and thero with no boss nor other signs o' draw-orlng draw-orlng power," ,he said, resentfully, "and I'vo sot'tmysolf to pcllove all1 you've told me. But I'vo seen the sun all my days In Banbury, and 1 know thero ain't strength enough in It whon it's setting or whon It's rising ris-ing to tech off a gun, without there's works going on in this placo that ain't Scriptural nor fitting!"